Five discs of Mozart, one of bluegrass music and one of 'the three tenors' were what I got for my birthday and yesterday I went out and bought myself an upgraded sound system for the computer.
My musical buddy Dave suggested that I do this when I complained that I had no room and no checkbook for an upscale sound system and found that getting a simple radio with disc player -- and some decent sound -- was not an option unless I wanted to see the CD player collapse in a year or two.
I bought the speakers -- and, apparently tellingly, the subwoofer -- at Best Buy, got it home, plugged it in with my daughter's help ... only to find that the bass notes were good, but the treble was tinny. So I went back, returned the one I had bought, and paid for a more expensive one. The sound now is a bit like a ghetto blaster -- very powerful -- but the notes are truer and there's nothing saying I can't turn down the volume.
And now, I can drown in Mozart ... a death worth dying for my money.
Music is so wonderful. You can't touch it, taste it, smell it, see it, think it, or even, in one sense, hear it. But you can be consumed and wiped out with it. Gonzo!
What a nice reminder.