Passion of the Hi-Fi: Part III - Balance and Control
Thus, I tried being a professional musician. For, I love music and playing it. I tried really hard, hair and everything. After spending each waking hour post Stereophile rehearsing in New Jersey or gigging in the city, drooping eyes and a constant unreturned investments to the band made me unhappy with the music. The band came to a jagged end, and I found solace focusing on my work at Stereophile dedicating newly available hours to greater output and more listening. As a result of more time with the hi-fi, I discovered issues with my own system, sonically speaking. Soundstage imbalance and room boom dragged me down. When JA suggested that a new listening room within my home could solve these problems, my hopes reawakened.
It was Friday night. As a result of a recent epiphany, I decided accomplishment was the new key to chasing down my happiness.
No music played as I brooded. Why? Because I disdained system’s current sound. Swirling lines of smoke drifted aimlessly into the air as I stared at my blank TV set. The Nintendo 64 sat cartridge-less. No roommates home to play Mario Kart. Nothingness surrounded me. A heart-pounding motivation accompanied by mind-racing euphoria shocked me into action. The clock struck 11pm. Time was closing in.
I could not wait for the lease renewal to move my hi-fi into the living room. It had to happen now. How the roommates treated the system would be a variable to test. What music would be my hi-fi moving soundtrack? I needed some funk. Wait. How could I even listen to music without my system hooked up? My laptop was not loud enough to imbue me with rhythm as I moved gear from one room to the next. Headphones would get tangled in a mess of arms and speaker stands. Then it hit me.
Continue here: Passion of the Hi-Fi: Part IV.