That said, I learned very young how to sail by nothing but the set of the sails. Mine were set for music.
I was no purist. I only bothered once with hi-end stereo stuff and left it unimpressed in my wake.
The music that moved me, perforce moved the boat.
We didn't have a cheap boat but one that embraced a world without perfect reproduction in sound,
we found we lived it with it quite nicely.
I never recall a moment bereft in the doldrums of sound.
Wherever I was, the music was there.
Loud and clear.
There is a knack I've lost
It used to be that I could listen all at once to IAD, MAD, BTB, Plot and Sonar at the same time,
more than that, I heard them all as they came in and processed them,
I heard Praying Mantis over IAD, MAD, BTB and from Plot as I was doing another thing.
I was hunting the mine that was right there in front of me plus the 4 beside it.
It was a different kind of day. Not much different. There'd been scores like it yesterday
Before those days all was like a map one could read at a glance
After that, I found I lost the knack.
It was just radio, or tv, or reading and no longer the trinity.
as with tonight, I find that I really miss most the music in my life.
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