A new set of mutant loud speakers rising from the ashes of four different component brands, custom-assembled by my dad, has transcended the audio atmosphere in my living room out of mediocrity.
I'm revelling in acoustic precision, reliving all of my favorite songs scouting for notible differences. The guitar strings of Jewel, the voice of Tracy Chapman, the bass of Sade, the details of Nelly Furtado. They have all of them been reborn.
Productivity suffers, though. I'm much more easily lost in the music. Surrounded by impressions. Imagining worlds. Discovering.
I hope my neighbors share my taste in music. The audio illusion is most complete loud. Really Loud.