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egypturnashFor no immediately obvious reason, this entry will be written in the style of a typical blogger.
On the way home from work (hooray deadlines) I decided to stop at Amoeba Music to buy some stuff. I had things to celebrate; I decided I would buy myself some music. Specifically, King Crimson's latest album, and the collection of Raymond Scott's electronic experiments, 'Manhattan Research Inc'.
So I got off the subway at the Hollywood/Vine station and walked to the store. I browsed for a while. I didn't find the Scott disc I wanted, but I did find 'Microphone Music', a 2-disc collection of new dubs of stuff I'd heard before, and stuff that was new to me. I got that, the Crimson, and two other albums which I won't mention.
I will, however, mention that Amoeba was, of course, noisy.
So I went back to the subway station and waited. I decided I'd listen to the King Crimson. A moment after I got it unwrapped and into my CD player, the bus arrived.
I got on, the first bars of the first real track (the album opens with a brief a capella track) coming onto my headphones. I browsed the unenlightening booklet, then unwrapped the Scott disc to read its much thicker booklet. This shortly turned into a nightmare of sensory overload - there was a woman across the aisle nattering into her cel-phone in loud, rapid Spanish, another woman at the front of the bus carrying on a conversation at the driver, and two people sitting behind me having their conversation loudly. Plus listening to King Crimson doing their typical rapid interlocking 'doodlededeedlededoodlededeedlede' sound. Plus the background noises of the bus. Plus trying to appreciate the Crimson while also reading about a wholly different musician.
I very much wanted to scream "SHUT UP!" at the bus at large. Instead, I stopped the CD and put in the Scott. It probably would have been better to just listen to nothing, but I wanted to listen to some of my new tunes, damnit!
I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally got off the bus; the assault on my hearing (and other senses; there were some rather stinky people riding) faded.
When I was a few blocks away from home, I discovered that I had somehow neglected to throw the switch on my headphones that activates the active noise cancelling feature. Oh. Well then. That explained part of it.
I hate riding the bus.
On the way home from work (hooray deadlines) I decided to stop at Amoeba Music to buy some stuff. I had things to celebrate; I decided I would buy myself some music. Specifically, King Crimson's latest album, and the collection of Raymond Scott's electronic experiments, 'Manhattan Research Inc'.
So I got off the subway at the Hollywood/Vine station and walked to the store. I browsed for a while. I didn't find the Scott disc I wanted, but I did find 'Microphone Music', a 2-disc collection of new dubs of stuff I'd heard before, and stuff that was new to me. I got that, the Crimson, and two other albums which I won't mention.
I will, however, mention that Amoeba was, of course, noisy.
So I went back to the subway station and waited. I decided I'd listen to the King Crimson. A moment after I got it unwrapped and into my CD player, the bus arrived.
I got on, the first bars of the first real track (the album opens with a brief a capella track) coming onto my headphones. I browsed the unenlightening booklet, then unwrapped the Scott disc to read its much thicker booklet. This shortly turned into a nightmare of sensory overload - there was a woman across the aisle nattering into her cel-phone in loud, rapid Spanish, another woman at the front of the bus carrying on a conversation at the driver, and two people sitting behind me having their conversation loudly. Plus listening to King Crimson doing their typical rapid interlocking 'doodlededeedlededoodlededeedlede' sound. Plus the background noises of the bus. Plus trying to appreciate the Crimson while also reading about a wholly different musician.
I very much wanted to scream "SHUT UP!" at the bus at large. Instead, I stopped the CD and put in the Scott. It probably would have been better to just listen to nothing, but I wanted to listen to some of my new tunes, damnit!
I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally got off the bus; the assault on my hearing (and other senses; there were some rather stinky people riding) faded.
When I was a few blocks away from home, I discovered that I had somehow neglected to throw the switch on my headphones that activates the active noise cancelling feature. Oh. Well then. That explained part of it.
I hate riding the bus.
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Date: 2003-05-10 10:18 pm (UTC)Hey, I resemble that remark. :)
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Date: 2003-05-10 10:59 pm (UTC)Of course, to truly write in the style of a blogger, one must excerpt a few paragraphs of someone else's writing - preferably on their blog, link to it, and post that. Adding one's own comments are optional. I realized this after looking at some of the 'best blogs' listed at the bottom of the sidebar on bOingbOing, several of which fit this description precisely.
Said viewing is probably part of why I decided to be link-heavy; of course, it's also a way of sort of simulating the information overload the entry is about. Are you going to click on all of those links? Or are you going to read what I had to say? Read my text then click links at random? Just ignore the thing because it's more than a paragraph? DECIDE NOW!
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Date: 2003-05-10 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-11 04:34 am (UTC)I love my headphones.
They're Sony DR-S100 Boodo Khan headphones.
They were designed to be used in conjunction with the
Sony Boodo Khan Walkman. (http://www.napierdot.com/audio.htm)
They clamp onto my (large) head and totally drown out outside noises.
Here's the warning sticker attached to the crossbar:
"When wearing the headphones
- DO NOT OPERATE ANY MOTOR VEHICLE
- DO NOT RIDE ANY BICYCLE
- DO NOT EVEN WALK OUTSIDE
because it is extremely difficult to hear any outside sound with them on"
So, of course, I've worn them while walking around outside. I love 'em!!!
I got my first set in 1988. I worked at a discount electronics store (Adray's) located in the Wilshire Blvd./Museum Square area.
A lot of celebrities came in to buy stuff there. I met Anthony Perkins, Patrick Stewart, Crispin Glover, Whoopie Goldberg, and a few others. And I only worked there for 3 months!
I found a pair of Boodo Khan in the back room, in a Boodo Khan Walkman box. The Walkman was missing, a lost demo unit. I tried the headphones out and they blew me away. I talked to the manager about acquiring them and he told me to just keep 'em! Wowee!!
I bought a spare set in '94. They cost a little over $100 and had to be ordered from the big Sony warehouse in Kansas City. These babies are not sold in stores, baby!
I'm wearing them right now!
They turn Plaid albums into religious experiences!
Heck, they turn anything into a religious experience!
They're in 3D Sensurround!
They make the bass basser and the treble trebler!
I love 'em...