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Listening to Birds by Dominique Fils-Aimé.
My husband got some good quality speakers. Last night we had friends over, and he played this song for them, to demonstrate. Most of them smiled and nodded politely and continued with their conversation.
But the musician in the group: his eyes opened wide as he listened, and he said, "That's a good song for selling speakers."@dillyd sounds great on my new soundbar, but I was hoping for actual bird sounds.
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Listening to Birds by Dominique Fils-Aimé.
My husband got some good quality speakers. Last night we had friends over, and he played this song for them, to demonstrate. Most of them smiled and nodded politely and continued with their conversation.
But the musician in the group: his eyes opened wide as he listened, and he said, "That's a good song for selling speakers."@dillyd That's fantastic. Listening to it through my hearing aids, I can only imagine what it would sound like on an actual sound system (the fact that I need these hearing aids also means that I can only imagine what it would sound like on an actual sound system).
Another really good album I know of that's used to show off high-end audio is Patricia Barber's "Modern Cool".
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@dillyd sounds great on my new soundbar, but I was hoping for actual bird sounds.
@johnefrancis 😂 sorry for misleading!
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@dillyd That's fantastic. Listening to it through my hearing aids, I can only imagine what it would sound like on an actual sound system (the fact that I need these hearing aids also means that I can only imagine what it would sound like on an actual sound system).
Another really good album I know of that's used to show off high-end audio is Patricia Barber's "Modern Cool".
@eedly ooh listening now, thanks!
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Listening to Birds by Dominique Fils-Aimé.
My husband got some good quality speakers. Last night we had friends over, and he played this song for them, to demonstrate. Most of them smiled and nodded politely and continued with their conversation.
But the musician in the group: his eyes opened wide as he listened, and he said, "That's a good song for selling speakers."@dillyd The Algorithm sent me Gun Burial a couple years ago and holy...
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Listening to Birds by Dominique Fils-Aimé.
My husband got some good quality speakers. Last night we had friends over, and he played this song for them, to demonstrate. Most of them smiled and nodded politely and continued with their conversation.
But the musician in the group: his eyes opened wide as he listened, and he said, "That's a good song for selling speakers."@dillyd Ooh, thanks for pointing me that way. :)
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The speakers have sparked a chain reaction at home. We had to make room for them, which ended up changing three different rooms, and I moved my home office to an adult kid's former bedroom. There's lots of blue. Too much blue. I want orange accents like these robes against this blue background.
@dillyd Know the brand, type, and model of the speakers?
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@dillyd The Algorithm sent me Gun Burial a couple years ago and holy...
@giltay lined up to listen tomorrow! (I'm exhausted after lots of furniture rearranging and shopping, already in bed at 7 lol)
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The speakers have sparked a chain reaction at home. We had to make room for them, which ended up changing three different rooms, and I moved my home office to an adult kid's former bedroom. There's lots of blue. Too much blue. I want orange accents like these robes against this blue background.
@dillyd Yes, but are they as *loud* as Mount Saint Helens? Heard it go more than 400 miles away.
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@dillyd Yes, but are they as *loud* as Mount Saint Helens? Heard it go more than 400 miles away.
@ndw
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The speakers have sparked a chain reaction at home. We had to make room for them, which ended up changing three different rooms, and I moved my home office to an adult kid's former bedroom. There's lots of blue. Too much blue. I want orange accents like these robes against this blue background.
So there was already a chain reaction that impacted three rooms. And then last week, the sprinklers malfunctioned at my husband's office at work and ruined most of the books he had there. We had been thinking for some time that we should move his home office upstairs from the basement, in case of any flooding. This was the impetus to make us finally act. So now every single room in the house has been rearranged except the kitchen.
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So there was already a chain reaction that impacted three rooms. And then last week, the sprinklers malfunctioned at my husband's office at work and ruined most of the books he had there. We had been thinking for some time that we should move his home office upstairs from the basement, in case of any flooding. This was the impetus to make us finally act. So now every single room in the house has been rearranged except the kitchen.
And in rearranging all this stuff, we made room to set up my old keyboard, that had been in a closet, unused, for several years. And I'm pretty amazed at how my fingers still remember how to play. I'm rusty, for sure, but the muscle memory takes over to an amazing extent.
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And in rearranging all this stuff, we made room to set up my old keyboard, that had been in a closet, unused, for several years. And I'm pretty amazed at how my fingers still remember how to play. I'm rusty, for sure, but the muscle memory takes over to an amazing extent.
@dillyd always amazing how change can ripple outward 😁
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And in rearranging all this stuff, we made room to set up my old keyboard, that had been in a closet, unused, for several years. And I'm pretty amazed at how my fingers still remember how to play. I'm rusty, for sure, but the muscle memory takes over to an amazing extent.
I had the same with my guitars. It is surreal.
But interestingly not with the harmonica.
Oh man, I still regret ditching guitar studies and starting football.
Oh well 🤷
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I had the same with my guitars. It is surreal.
But interestingly not with the harmonica.
Oh man, I still regret ditching guitar studies and starting football.
Oh well 🤷
@mastosalo guitar is definitely easier on the body
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