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Here's the original article by Timothy Holy and Zhongsheng Guo. It includes pitch-shifted samples and acoustical analyses.
Audiophiles obviously aren't the only strange obssessives out there.
Hey, it's only streamed audio, but Public Radio Fan is easy to navigate and offers lots of variety.
Chris Sommovigo from Signals Super-Fi passed this one my way. A great read.
"I was at Maxwell's last night for no more than three hours, and it made me terribly sick."
"What’s Maxwell's?" JA asks.
"Oh," I say, "It's a rock and roll club in Jersey."
"Thank you for assuming that I'm hip."
I laugh. "I’ve become so allergic to cigarette smoke. I woke up this morning coughing blood, and I've got a horrible headache now."
"You must have some insect genes."
"What’s Maxwell's?" JA asks.
"Oh," I say, "It's a rock and roll club in Jersey."
"Thank you for assuming that I'm hip."
I laugh. "I’ve become so allergic to cigarette smoke. I woke up this morning coughing blood, and I've got a horrible headache now."
"You must have some insect genes."
This is not an atypical JA response. He's sometimes very good at baffling. I wait for him to continue.
"You know," he continues, "because tobacco plants give off a chemical which…
As I was leaving Maxwell's last night, I ran into Melissa.
"How's the blog going?" she asked.
"It's going pretty well."
"I haven't read it over the last few days. I'll have to catch up."
"The last couple of entries were kinda boring."
"No, that can't be true. They're never boring."
"No, seriously. I haven't had much to write about."
"Well, maybe I'll leave a comment to spice it up a bit."
"Like what?"
I throw my fingers out into the air in front of me and let them dance up and down, pretending to type at a keyboard. I take playful guesses at…
Waiting for our food to arrive, the four of us sat at the wooden table, two to a side: Boy, girl, boy, boy.
"This table seems very short," Jenna said.
"Yes, it does," I agreed.
Outside, on Frank Sinatra Drive, fall was happening.
"I looked up for a second and thought it was snowing," Jenna said.
Behind me, on the other side of the exposed brick and through the glass windows — just outside of Maxwell's — a million golden leaves rained down onto the street. They danced from their homes, fast and strong and desperate; a lovely, wild marathon from tree…
A few days ago, I removed my Nintendo Entertainment System — the one I've owned since I was a young boy — from my Walmart television stand — the one I've owned for five years — and placed it on my Target bookcase. I then unplugged the Sony DVD player, wrapped up its wires, and placed it in my bedroom closet.
There won't be room for it now. Alone, I rarely watch DVDs anyhow. And, as for the NES: I never use it at all. It's simply a hit during parties.
In the new space made vacant by these changes, I placed the Arcam Solo, more than a little bit afraid that the cheap…