Random Noise
Random Noise 35: Monastic Cell, but Comfy
I like to think of myself as a man of (tenuously connected) parts…
Random Noise 35: Monastic Cell, but Comfy
I like to think of myself as a man of (tenuously connected) parts…
Random Noise 34
Once upon a recent time a husband and wife’s old front-loading washing machine began making alarming sounds.
Random Noise 34
Once upon a recent time a husband and wife’s old front-loading washing machine began making alarming sounds.
Random Noise 29
Beginning in the mono era — my college years — my interest in good sound meandered along at a leisurely pace to where it’s become this ancient’s obsession.
Random Noise 29
Beginning in the mono era — my college years — my interest in good sound meandered along at a leisurely pace to where it’s become this ancient’s obsession.
Random Noise 28
To pose an obvious question: How do we judge greatness without mediocrities with which to compare?
Random Noise 28
To pose an obvious question: How do we judge greatness without mediocrities with which to compare?
Random Noise 9: Philip Glass as Culture Meter, etc.
The music lover for whom classical’s multi-century inventory occupies the core of his interests thinks of present-day pop, that gallery of calculated oddities, if he thinks of it at all, more or less dismissively.
Random Noise 9: Philip Glass as Culture Meter, etc.
The music lover for whom classical’s multi-century inventory occupies the core of his interests thinks of present-day pop, that gallery of calculated oddities, if he thinks of it at all, more or less dismissively.
Random Noise 8: You Are an Audiophile
You are an audiophile. And there’s nothing to apologize for. Nothing!
Random Noise 8: You Are an Audiophile
You are an audiophile. And there’s nothing to apologize for. Nothing!
Random Noise 7: To Be Listenin’ or Not to Be Listenin’
I’m holding a CD (I type with my toes) I recommend to the callow as a glimpse of What Was and, to those as long in the tooth as I, a souvenir of the Great Foolishness.
Random Noise 7: To Be Listenin’ or Not to Be Listenin’
I’m holding a CD (I type with my toes) I recommend to the callow as a glimpse of What Was and, to those as long in the tooth as I, a souvenir of the Great Foolishness.
Random Noise 6: Super OTW Lives!
Back when hi-fi’s included AM-FM tuners, I would listen now and again to a New-York-area DJ who played music of the Baroque, for the most part Italian.
Random Noise 6: Super OTW Lives!
Back when hi-fi’s included AM-FM tuners, I would listen now and again to a New-York-area DJ who played music of the Baroque, for the most part Italian.
Random Noise 5: Successful Trespass
The utterly charming sound-world of Tom Hamilton’s London Fix, Music Changing with the Price of Gold traces its impetus to a neighbor’s computer with its “colorful stock charts,” specifically “the contours of the spot gold market as defined by the twice-daily London Fix.
Random Noise 5: Successful Trespass
The utterly charming sound-world of Tom Hamilton’s London Fix, Music Changing with the Price of Gold traces its impetus to a neighbor’s computer with its “colorful stock charts,” specifically “the contours of the spot gold market as defined by the twice-daily London Fix.
Random Noise 4: Picking Nits and Winners
Expanded capabilities notwithstanding, we can safely predict for the SACD / DVD-A era, should it ever fully supplant the reviled CD, that a badly produced recording will continue to sound like…
Random Noise 4: Picking Nits and Winners
Expanded capabilities notwithstanding, we can safely predict for the SACD / DVD-A era, should it ever fully supplant the reviled CD, that a badly produced recording will continue to sound like…
Random Noise 3: The Bittersweet Spot
If you cohabit with a lower-case stereophile, you are accustomed to said specimen slouching about the premises with a pinched and earnest look. One never knows, he might even be you.
Random Noise 3: The Bittersweet Spot
If you cohabit with a lower-case stereophile, you are accustomed to said specimen slouching about the premises with a pinched and earnest look. One never knows, he might even be you.