Wouldn’t it be nice, to finally arrive, to have everything all worked out, to have life just how you want it: the ageless spicy yet passive and attentive companion, polite and proper kids, your ideal employment, your neat little house, that perfect yard, a government that never impeded... to have a music system that didn’t need a bit of fuss, didn’t need your attention, didn’t need effort. Forget about perfection, and yes, please add emphases on PERFECTION, that’s a separate battle, best faced once we discover journey, clutter, stress, chance, unknown, wonder... the intricacies and beauty of chaos, the opening of mind, the final realization that it’s path, the right now, this very moment and the Has Been that represents our destination. But with that awareness—REVELATION ///////perfection has lost its blinding lure, evaporated nearly from our radar, no longer part of the search, no longer a ’60s seeker.
Neat, matching, unblemished, perfect; these types of playback systems, just like there human analogs, are never the kind of a thing you really want to date, let alone live with. Great sounding playback rigs, just like musical instruments, musics, musicians, friends, lovers... are a hash of experience, gears, rituals, relations, needs, history... none of it matching, none of it arriving without scar, and little of it makes any sense—until you take it all in, looking at it from present, with presence, understanding and with relationship. It’s your life, it’s your music, it’s your choice—and you should enjoy every possible moment.
There is plenty of there there, at least for me, a lot in the white space the black frames. And if you find something here, something that resonants in this borderline prose, cool. And for those that find it empty, or misspelled, please don’t bother me with it, I got sounds to hear, music to dance, gear to swap, trails and spaces to explore, and kids!
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