Why I'm Doooooooooooomed.
May. 23rd, 2003 02:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneI walk into the room and sit down on the futon. I pick up a book and scan the radio for some tunes. Nothing hits me. So I turn on channel 540, "Sounds of the Season". This is a digital music channel from the cable box that, when it isn't playing obnoxious holiday tunes, is playing trip-hop, post-mo lounge and whatever else the name is for mainly instrumental chill music with good beats and an intellectual level of production. Neo-Lounge? Come-down? "I need background music that doesn't suck"? Massive Attack and its fans.
It's been about three days I've been playing this stuff almost non-stop. I'm no longer certain this is a healthy thing. You'll soon see why.
I was very happy to have this music playing, but I also wanted to hear it in the bedroom. So I borrowed back the FM transmitter from Maggie that she uses to listen to her CD player in her car. Then I couldn't find a plug to convert Walkman-sized plug to fit into a 1/4" jack, which I needed to plug the transmitter into my receiver. This would allow me to plug the transmitter into the living room receiver and hear the receiver's output on the tabletop stereo in the bedroom. Sad, isn't it?
I emptied a couple boxes onto the futon. Then I was tired, so I left the junk on the futon and headed to bed. When I got up, I found the converter plug and plugged it in. Then I got very bored with the thought of cleaning, so I upgraded the BIOS on that old laptop and sat around in my robe. More music washed over me, but now it emanated from three rooms (small speakers in the kitchen and Polk Audio towers in the living room are both wired to the living room receiver).
I felt weird about listening to space-out music at four in the afternoon, so I put on the soundtrack to O Brother, Where Art Thou? and had that going in three rooms. By the way, SACDs sound plenty fine over low-power FM and tiny shelf speakers.
Then I take a look at myself. I'm unshowered and undressed. It's now 5 on a Thursday afternoon. I'm a bachelor pad dude in an apartment full of women. I have audio-geeked and made a mess for no good reason. Maggie walks in the door and I don't even have decent excuses.
I shower, shave and drive us to Coolidge Corner to run some errands. We eat Indian, rent a Margaret Cho DVD, and toddle home. Maggie needles me that I'm enjoying driving her automatic over my manual. Her car has an awful lot of pep for a three-speed. Maybe I just like the difference, I think to myself.
When we get home, it dawns on me what a pathetic Yuppie I could be. I'm listening to chill music, enjoying an effortless drive, making slow progress on obvious projects.
Maggie noticed some of this as well. I despise the Yuppie ethos -- consume everything, smile about how much suffering you create, exhaust the planet, be the principal agent for entropy. Then again, no one wants to be called a Yuppie when it's the accurate assessment. I'm young, I'm urban, I'm a "sales professional". Why? You! Pee.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Am I that lame? Has my soul already died? Fuh-huck.
I keep nodding out as I type this. The slow rhythms disguised by hi-hats and overtones are telling me to be complacent. My sentence may be swift.
Does anyone else have this problem?
-it's not a real problem, Ps/d
It's been about three days I've been playing this stuff almost non-stop. I'm no longer certain this is a healthy thing. You'll soon see why.
I was very happy to have this music playing, but I also wanted to hear it in the bedroom. So I borrowed back the FM transmitter from Maggie that she uses to listen to her CD player in her car. Then I couldn't find a plug to convert Walkman-sized plug to fit into a 1/4" jack, which I needed to plug the transmitter into my receiver. This would allow me to plug the transmitter into the living room receiver and hear the receiver's output on the tabletop stereo in the bedroom. Sad, isn't it?
I emptied a couple boxes onto the futon. Then I was tired, so I left the junk on the futon and headed to bed. When I got up, I found the converter plug and plugged it in. Then I got very bored with the thought of cleaning, so I upgraded the BIOS on that old laptop and sat around in my robe. More music washed over me, but now it emanated from three rooms (small speakers in the kitchen and Polk Audio towers in the living room are both wired to the living room receiver).
I felt weird about listening to space-out music at four in the afternoon, so I put on the soundtrack to O Brother, Where Art Thou? and had that going in three rooms. By the way, SACDs sound plenty fine over low-power FM and tiny shelf speakers.
Then I take a look at myself. I'm unshowered and undressed. It's now 5 on a Thursday afternoon. I'm a bachelor pad dude in an apartment full of women. I have audio-geeked and made a mess for no good reason. Maggie walks in the door and I don't even have decent excuses.
I shower, shave and drive us to Coolidge Corner to run some errands. We eat Indian, rent a Margaret Cho DVD, and toddle home. Maggie needles me that I'm enjoying driving her automatic over my manual. Her car has an awful lot of pep for a three-speed. Maybe I just like the difference, I think to myself.
When we get home, it dawns on me what a pathetic Yuppie I could be. I'm listening to chill music, enjoying an effortless drive, making slow progress on obvious projects.
Maggie noticed some of this as well. I despise the Yuppie ethos -- consume everything, smile about how much suffering you create, exhaust the planet, be the principal agent for entropy. Then again, no one wants to be called a Yuppie when it's the accurate assessment. I'm young, I'm urban, I'm a "sales professional". Why? You! Pee.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Am I that lame? Has my soul already died? Fuh-huck.
I keep nodding out as I type this. The slow rhythms disguised by hi-hats and overtones are telling me to be complacent. My sentence may be swift.
Does anyone else have this problem?
-it's not a real problem, Ps/d
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I have a solution...
Date: 2003-05-23 05:11 am (UTC)See you on Monday (hopefully)!
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Date: 2003-05-23 06:20 am (UTC)P.S. Do you have an eMusic subscription yet? Got some suggestions if you do.
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Date: 2003-05-23 12:14 pm (UTC)Off-topic PS: did you ever figure out how to transfer mini-disc recordings to CDs? A friend of mine just bought a mini-disc recorder and wants to know, and you were the only other person I could think of who has such a toy.
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Date: 2003-05-23 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-24 01:02 pm (UTC)Aphex Twin is what was on channel 540 at the moment. I own some Aphex Twin. It's not that Aphex Twin it... err, himself, is a Yuppie or that others listening to him are. It's about my fear of becoming an amoral tool of pure consumption. So mrowr.
-very very bored at work, Ps/d