Headphone Riff
My headphones went out the other day—a mere two weeks after my poor excuse for speakers blew, necessitating replacement—“went out” meaning that you had to hold the cord in a certain position, “just so”, to get both channels to come in properly. Too annoying…and needless to say, entirely unacceptable for one whose electronic earmuffs become an extension of my body for hours each day. This pair lasted me almost two years though, with heavy use, so I can’t really complain.
When I got to the store, I was faced with a decision: save a few bucks and merely replace the functionality of the old pair, or spend a few dollars more and enhance the listening experience with wireless. I contemplated for a few minutes, and decided to go with the enhancement. Even after making the jump to a wireless internet connection last year, it had never occurred to me to go wireless on the headphone tip, but I’m quite sure I made the right choice.
I’m still working out the kinks…there was a little extra static at first, I had to mess around with the channels and levels and such, and it took me awhile to get my head around the idea of having to charge my headphones, but that will surely become habit in no time…all in all, while the jury is still out, I think I will be quite satisfied with my purchase.
Freeing myself from the audio tether unleashes a world of possibilities: namely not having to lift the needle off the record when I have to use the facilities, grab a beer out of the fridge, voyage into the record room, fold my laundry, or any other such thing that requires the slightest bit of mobility. Supposedly the range is up to 300 feet, meaning I should even be able to get away with mowing the lawn or sitting out on the back porch with these lovelies.
So my wife is now faced with the mildly amusing prospect of yours truly dancing around the house, doing a wireless jig, deaf to the outside world, with a giant hunk of plastic appended to my head. I’m not entirely convinced that this barrage of 900 MHz sound waves hitting my skull won’t eventually coalesce into a giant, ugly brain tumor, but for now, I’m taking my chances.
Next up: a new needle and stylus for my turntable. It’s been almost two years since it was replaced, and I fear I’m doing damage to my beloved vinyl by putting it off. And then after that, someday, I will actually get a receiver worth a shit.
N/P Morrissey – You Are the Quarry
(Dedicated to the e-reunification with my boys Tim Boniger and Dan Hinkley—still very much as I remember them, after all these years)
Other fodder for my headphones tonight:
Pelican – Australasia
The Undertones – s/t (Thanks, Doug)
Four Tet – Rounds
The Speakers – En El Maravilloso Mundo de Ingeson
Conrad Schnitzler – Blue
When I got to the store, I was faced with a decision: save a few bucks and merely replace the functionality of the old pair, or spend a few dollars more and enhance the listening experience with wireless. I contemplated for a few minutes, and decided to go with the enhancement. Even after making the jump to a wireless internet connection last year, it had never occurred to me to go wireless on the headphone tip, but I’m quite sure I made the right choice.
I’m still working out the kinks…there was a little extra static at first, I had to mess around with the channels and levels and such, and it took me awhile to get my head around the idea of having to charge my headphones, but that will surely become habit in no time…all in all, while the jury is still out, I think I will be quite satisfied with my purchase.
Freeing myself from the audio tether unleashes a world of possibilities: namely not having to lift the needle off the record when I have to use the facilities, grab a beer out of the fridge, voyage into the record room, fold my laundry, or any other such thing that requires the slightest bit of mobility. Supposedly the range is up to 300 feet, meaning I should even be able to get away with mowing the lawn or sitting out on the back porch with these lovelies.
So my wife is now faced with the mildly amusing prospect of yours truly dancing around the house, doing a wireless jig, deaf to the outside world, with a giant hunk of plastic appended to my head. I’m not entirely convinced that this barrage of 900 MHz sound waves hitting my skull won’t eventually coalesce into a giant, ugly brain tumor, but for now, I’m taking my chances.
Next up: a new needle and stylus for my turntable. It’s been almost two years since it was replaced, and I fear I’m doing damage to my beloved vinyl by putting it off. And then after that, someday, I will actually get a receiver worth a shit.
N/P Morrissey – You Are the Quarry
(Dedicated to the e-reunification with my boys Tim Boniger and Dan Hinkley—still very much as I remember them, after all these years)
Other fodder for my headphones tonight:
Pelican – Australasia
The Undertones – s/t (Thanks, Doug)
Four Tet – Rounds
The Speakers – En El Maravilloso Mundo de Ingeson
Conrad Schnitzler – Blue
posted by Jonathan Wright at 11:56 PM EMAIL POST
