In the previous post, there was talk of the shitty album. Closer inspection of said blog would reveal that ‘shitty’ referred to the overall quality of an album as a musical piece of work. Something that somehow didn’t occur to me at the time, despite the fact that we here at SnowGhost are complete wine snobs of audio quality, was the sonic production value of an album. Obviously, though this wasn’t so obvious to me very recently, the way an album is recorded and how it sounds is crucial to the level at which one can enjoy it. A shitty-sounding album, even if it is full of great songs, is still shitty, right? Or is it a great album that transcends sonic concerns because it is a marvel of songwriting, band cohesion, emotional captu... read more >
In the not too distant future, be prepared for the unveiling of the iAid. It will be available in at least 3 standard Mac colors, they will come in sleek and simply designed pairs, and they will be infinitely more comfortable than your earbuds. They will be popular with all ages, but especially with the thirty-somethings who spent a decade or more with their earbuds engaged at all times and are sure to be experiencing difficulty hearing any sounds other than the same midrange tones they’ve been torturing their eardrums with over the course of their young adult lives. You’ll probably be able to use them with iPhone version 34.8, which will be the first cell phone to be officially brain cancer-proof, though that’s a whole other story... read more >
This past Christmas was a sad day for the WDHiP club, as it has likely been every Christmas for the past half-decade or so. I called Sid France, the 89-year-old president of the New England chapter of WDHiP, and let him know that I had forfeited my eligibility and would no longer be part of the ultra-exclusive We Don’t Have iPods club. He swallowed any bitterness he might have had and wished me luck on all of my endeavors, promising that he would inform the three other club members of my departure. I wished him well and hung up the phone, and with a slightly heavy heart, I began charging my very own refurbished iPod, lovingly bestowed upon me in the spirit of Christmas.
For the first few days, I brought it everywhere. I imp... read more >I recently found myself in an Urban Outfitters store. I was there merely as an accomplice, but I couldn’t help but be blown away by the complete lack of anything worth buying, much less overpaying for. It should be stated that I am no fashion maven. And it could be said (and probably has) that I may not actually possess any style because I’m so busy perfecting the art of comfort, which often falls outside the lines of style. But even someone as detached from apparel as I couldn’t help but notice the crapulence hanging from racks, folded on shelves, and unflatteringly modeled by mannequins and store employees, who all looked like extras for the hipster Olympics.
But before I go completely off tangent and question the sa... read more >
I still remember the first TV I had in my room. I don't remember what brand it was, but it featured knobs that actually turned and pulled in and out, as well as classic V-hold. Cable existed at the time, but not in my room, so I actually had to adjust the tape on my clothes hanger antenna so that I could watch Saturday Night Live and not just listen to it. Clearly times have changed. I don't actually have a TV now, but many of my friends do, and many of them enjoy high definition. I love High Definition. I love watching a hockey game and actually seeing the puck. I love watching nature shows and seeing the sleep boogers in the eye of an ant. It thrills me that if they ever make a show as funny as Arrested Development again, ... read more >
