Saturday, 23 November 2019

It will come back to you.

On a counta recent activities, I've been netted by the audiophiliac-ical algorithm, nearly snared re. external (i.e. extra i.e not the (relatively) shittier version already provided) digital-to-analog converter-ism, and but for one audiophile's eventual graphing of the diminishing of returns in the matter of discernible hi-fidelity improvement as it relates to something like million dollar speakers versus gazillion dollar speakers, I'dn't've sussed that the improvement I'd just made which landed me in this spinner's web was the largest available along the chain of consumerist obsessions, i.e. the optimal appreciable aesthetic aspect -to- gross domesticated crass commercialized concern ratio had already been achieved.

Leaving aside the value of analog in general, — which is indeed the only way for our ears to hear its cut-out counterpart from the digital realm, which might lead one to wonder how one could deny what will always remain the inherent superior nature of our analog world (along with the not-all things-are equal aspects of digital, e.g. sample size and such — the compact disc quality file bit rate compared to that within the range of the mp3 represents in my lifetime's experience the biggest gaping hole in what had been least beneficial about digital technology: suffering tin-level resonance for the sake of saving space, or being able to cart your crappy crap around with you wherever you go with your twenty/twenty-first century's self.

In summary, it's back to the big file for me, not for cramming it in my ears mobility, but, yes, the space saving thing as well as the potential to schlep a terabyte in less than a trip if necessary. And the difference between Steely Dan at 320 thingies per second and 1411 of the same, via the same (relatively) shitty digital-to-analog converter inside ye ole computer device and from the same (relatively) shitty computer audio boosting boxes is like moving from the dark night of the soul to the formally known joys of daylight.

The betitled hat-tip is to BLCKDGRD, whose creation below, when-upon so clicked, links to the creation that scrolls to the song that led to the listening session that provided the preceding. God bless the Goog's Corps for reminding me that the artists' or their owner's access denial to my resident land verifies as well the virtue of the maintenance of (relative) material possession. It doesn't just sound better, but it's here.

2019 Nov 22 C by BLCKDGRD's JP