That I listen to music the way most people watch TV, sports, movies. I can’t have conversations with those people about what I love anymore than what they love, there’s a legitimate abyss between the two. Doesn’t mean I don’t care it’s just all that movie actor, film and theater stuff, “my show”, it’s simply Greek to me.
The way my music is to others…. One HUGE relief from releasing myself from wircus is music. The vast majority of what was played in the kitchen was pretty much chum to me, mostly pop overplayed not complicated (downright obnoxious and the soundtrack of plebes). The stereo was fair, but generally cranked to the point that communication between people was strained, a ridiculous way to attempt to run a kitchen. Let alone the chum thrumming from it. It wasn’t uncommon for the manager to come in and demand it be turned down. Brilliant…
In contrast, my system at home is full, rich, bright and immersive. Oh, PHAT would be concise. I dig through music, explore, utilize streams, follow up on songs that catch my ear, dig deeper. Tonight I unearthed a couple favorite tracks I’ve been exposed to for 20 years but never knew what they were, how to find them. They were woven into, parts of DJ mixes I adored, and simply accepted them as part of the whole.
What a delight to have my music, on my terms, quality sound without the need to blare, exploring new and finding old. Certain songs will always remind me of Mason’s kitchen, it is what it is, was. Folks love their repetition, been there done that…
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