Thought I'd take a break from vinyl vs. cd for a moment and mention a few things that matter, a few things that really are what's best...
Bruno Walters conducting Beethoven's 4th. It's not even close to audiophile. In the face of this performance, how am I supposed to care about a thing like that?
Larry Carlton's solo on Kid Charlemagne. Yeah, I know, that one's a no-brainer.
Miles Runs The Voodoo Down. The whole thing. Every grunt. Every funky slap. Every Conn muted brass fart. Freakin' brilliant.
The live perfrormance of Listen to the Lion from Van Morrison's album it's Too Late to Stop Now. He roars, he rumbles, he groans and grumbles. Then at the end, he's been winding it down for a couple of minutes...whispering...testifying...it finally lets go, gives it up to God, falls into exhaustion, falls silent, and a girl from somewhere in the audience just exclaims "Alright!" I don't care if you have it on vinyl or CD or half-speed mastered into the smooth white belly of a vestal virgin...at that moment, if you care, if that is even on your mind, you need a soul transplant.
Fresh pesto. Seriously. My buddy Joe has the biggest patch of Basil going on right now and I get to cut as much as I want. Fresh basil, fresh garlic, good cheese and olive oil. Pine nuts, wallnuts, no nuts. Pesto. Pasty green elixir of the gods.
Tim
Bruno Walters conducting Beethoven's 4th. It's not even close to audiophile. In the face of this performance, how am I supposed to care about a thing like that?
Larry Carlton's solo on Kid Charlemagne. Yeah, I know, that one's a no-brainer.
Miles Runs The Voodoo Down. The whole thing. Every grunt. Every funky slap. Every Conn muted brass fart. Freakin' brilliant.
The live perfrormance of Listen to the Lion from Van Morrison's album it's Too Late to Stop Now. He roars, he rumbles, he groans and grumbles. Then at the end, he's been winding it down for a couple of minutes...whispering...testifying...it finally lets go, gives it up to God, falls into exhaustion, falls silent, and a girl from somewhere in the audience just exclaims "Alright!" I don't care if you have it on vinyl or CD or half-speed mastered into the smooth white belly of a vestal virgin...at that moment, if you care, if that is even on your mind, you need a soul transplant.
Fresh pesto. Seriously. My buddy Joe has the biggest patch of Basil going on right now and I get to cut as much as I want. Fresh basil, fresh garlic, good cheese and olive oil. Pine nuts, wallnuts, no nuts. Pesto. Pasty green elixir of the gods.
Tim