Everyone has "that" song. The song that helped define their life, that they could easily divide their life in half without batting an eye - before the song and after the song. The song itself might not even be particularly memorable - it could have just been playing during a life-altering moment and be inextricably linked to it in one's mind for eternity. It could signify a coming of age or a midlife crisis. A person could be doing anything - performing heart surgery or diffusing a bomb - and when that song comes on nothing else exists but the song and maybe an air guitar that spontaneously generated in their hands.
This is something really unique to music. While you may have an art afficionado or literature buff here and there similarly affected by a particular painting or limerick, music - while it affects everyone differently, has a certain universal appeal that is truly unique. I always thought this phenomenon was limited to the source material - give me the song and its my jam, whether I hear it on a pair of laptop speakers or a Marshall stack. But then I came across something truly extraordinary - a device for musical playback that could make every song - well, "that" song.
Philosiphy
$2. It sure is a lot of money as a child, when candy is the only currency that matters and money can get it. For adults, not so much. It can hardly buy a cup of coffee. Yet for $2 (shipped, via Amazon Prime) you can have a box of awesome delivered to your door.
The Coby CVH47 may not look like much. Its form-after-function utilitarian styling leaves one wanting in today's age of flash-in-the-pan glitz-and-glamour razzmatazz showboating artsy-fartsy namby-pamby luxury gear. Lightweight plastic and gently curved metal was once all a man could ask for in a generation of understated elegance. Nowadays if it isn't bedazzled with Swarovski crystals and swaddled in velvet it is not worth coveting. The Coby's truly herald from a different age, a time where you got by with hard work, sweat and tears. Ever since Abraham Lincoln put a stop to all that, this is a value that has been lost to subsequent generations. Coby hearkens back to a lost chapter in our history when things weren't so darn complicated. Remotes didn't have so many buttons because you had to walk up to the TV and there were only 4 channels, and there was no cereal "aisle" with hundreds of cartoon animals peddling fluorescent glow-in-the-dark sugar cubes to kids because milk hadn't been invented yet. Coby looks back at this time wistfully and says "what would their headphone sound like?" If this time makes you wistful and nostalgic, grow up - emotions are meant to be bottled up. But these headphones may be right for you. Think about a time without synonyms- because there was only one word for everything. A time of simplicity - when everything could be cured with an aspirin and a stiff one - including ED. Shouldn't your headphones too?
Technolgic
Coby's CVH47 work scientifically. From fully coated dynamic drivers to sound waves that propagate and form "audio", these are state-of-the-art. If Thomas Edison had known just what he was foreshadowing when he invented the light bulb, he probably would have invented the CVH47 instead. I wrote Coby quite a few times and have never heard anything back, so I suppose frequency response is never. Distortion is well below the threshold of information I'm capable of finding through the internet. But enough of the numbers - how does it sound?
Graph. Flat! Extension.
Soundings
There are few sounds that have ever graced my ears - a newborn kitten sneezing, a muted bell sounding on a light tower over the rise of a tempestuous sea lapping up against beleaguered banks - that ever really stick with you, that encapsulate those little things in life that happen then are gone and yet remain. With the Coby CVH47, every note echoes in your subconscious long after its superb decay has faded out. The devlish rhythms serrate your soul and shock your senses like the scent of rain on long-barren earth. Who can resist the wiles of such a headphone? It is as the unlisted instrument in every piece it plays. It is the fifth Beatle and the third Simon and Garfunkel. It does not impart its own signature on the music that passes through it yet the imprint it leaves is indelible. It is subtle as a witty turn-of-phrase and bombastic as a punk rock anthem. It is the big bang and water trickling over rocks, a shout and and echo, a sigh and a triumphant rebel yell. It obliterates all in its path while leaving them untouched. In short - it is everything and it is nothing, an antilogy wrapped in an allegory couched in a simile. It gets so wrapped up with one's emotional being that they are stricken with acute alexithymia, and any halfhearted attempt at description degrades it. While listening to the CVH47 I was sometimes so overcome that I had to retire to my outdoor Japanese rock garden to contemplate life while I brushed my ponytail and whispered to myself. That it had this effect is truly astonishing, as I live in a high rise and am bald.
Into the Sunset
So where does Coby go from here? How does one improve on what amounts to perfection? Coby CEO Young Dong has a few ideas. "For one, we need to do kickstarter. Another area of improvement is DSD. HRTF. Sean Olive." Coby must also play the "lifestyle" card if it wants to compete with the likes of Beats and Mr Speakers. A high-profile posthumous endorsement deal with Michael Jackson is imminent if the rumours are to be believed. Respected producers like Phil Spector are also starting to sing the CVH47's praises.
In light of the impeccable performance and unseemly value of this product, I feel behooved to bestow upon it an award of such rarity that it has never before been given. I speak of course, about the "double rainbow during a solar eclipse" award. The Coby CVH47 has earned a vaunted spot in the pantheon of hi-fi, and will not be displaced until the fact that I must write regular articles that portray this hobby as moving ever forward lest I lose my precarious niche journalism job forces my hand.
Financial/moral Considerations - I stole the $2 to buy these headphones from a blind homeless man
Rig - Sansa Clip -> Coby CVH47
This is something really unique to music. While you may have an art afficionado or literature buff here and there similarly affected by a particular painting or limerick, music - while it affects everyone differently, has a certain universal appeal that is truly unique. I always thought this phenomenon was limited to the source material - give me the song and its my jam, whether I hear it on a pair of laptop speakers or a Marshall stack. But then I came across something truly extraordinary - a device for musical playback that could make every song - well, "that" song.
Philosiphy
$2. It sure is a lot of money as a child, when candy is the only currency that matters and money can get it. For adults, not so much. It can hardly buy a cup of coffee. Yet for $2 (shipped, via Amazon Prime) you can have a box of awesome delivered to your door.
The Coby CVH47 may not look like much. Its form-after-function utilitarian styling leaves one wanting in today's age of flash-in-the-pan glitz-and-glamour razzmatazz showboating artsy-fartsy namby-pamby luxury gear. Lightweight plastic and gently curved metal was once all a man could ask for in a generation of understated elegance. Nowadays if it isn't bedazzled with Swarovski crystals and swaddled in velvet it is not worth coveting. The Coby's truly herald from a different age, a time where you got by with hard work, sweat and tears. Ever since Abraham Lincoln put a stop to all that, this is a value that has been lost to subsequent generations. Coby hearkens back to a lost chapter in our history when things weren't so darn complicated. Remotes didn't have so many buttons because you had to walk up to the TV and there were only 4 channels, and there was no cereal "aisle" with hundreds of cartoon animals peddling fluorescent glow-in-the-dark sugar cubes to kids because milk hadn't been invented yet. Coby looks back at this time wistfully and says "what would their headphone sound like?" If this time makes you wistful and nostalgic, grow up - emotions are meant to be bottled up. But these headphones may be right for you. Think about a time without synonyms- because there was only one word for everything. A time of simplicity - when everything could be cured with an aspirin and a stiff one - including ED. Shouldn't your headphones too?
Technolgic
Coby's CVH47 work scientifically. From fully coated dynamic drivers to sound waves that propagate and form "audio", these are state-of-the-art. If Thomas Edison had known just what he was foreshadowing when he invented the light bulb, he probably would have invented the CVH47 instead. I wrote Coby quite a few times and have never heard anything back, so I suppose frequency response is never. Distortion is well below the threshold of information I'm capable of finding through the internet. But enough of the numbers - how does it sound?
Graph. Flat! Extension.
Soundings
There are few sounds that have ever graced my ears - a newborn kitten sneezing, a muted bell sounding on a light tower over the rise of a tempestuous sea lapping up against beleaguered banks - that ever really stick with you, that encapsulate those little things in life that happen then are gone and yet remain. With the Coby CVH47, every note echoes in your subconscious long after its superb decay has faded out. The devlish rhythms serrate your soul and shock your senses like the scent of rain on long-barren earth. Who can resist the wiles of such a headphone? It is as the unlisted instrument in every piece it plays. It is the fifth Beatle and the third Simon and Garfunkel. It does not impart its own signature on the music that passes through it yet the imprint it leaves is indelible. It is subtle as a witty turn-of-phrase and bombastic as a punk rock anthem. It is the big bang and water trickling over rocks, a shout and and echo, a sigh and a triumphant rebel yell. It obliterates all in its path while leaving them untouched. In short - it is everything and it is nothing, an antilogy wrapped in an allegory couched in a simile. It gets so wrapped up with one's emotional being that they are stricken with acute alexithymia, and any halfhearted attempt at description degrades it. While listening to the CVH47 I was sometimes so overcome that I had to retire to my outdoor Japanese rock garden to contemplate life while I brushed my ponytail and whispered to myself. That it had this effect is truly astonishing, as I live in a high rise and am bald.
Into the Sunset
So where does Coby go from here? How does one improve on what amounts to perfection? Coby CEO Young Dong has a few ideas. "For one, we need to do kickstarter. Another area of improvement is DSD. HRTF. Sean Olive." Coby must also play the "lifestyle" card if it wants to compete with the likes of Beats and Mr Speakers. A high-profile posthumous endorsement deal with Michael Jackson is imminent if the rumours are to be believed. Respected producers like Phil Spector are also starting to sing the CVH47's praises.
In light of the impeccable performance and unseemly value of this product, I feel behooved to bestow upon it an award of such rarity that it has never before been given. I speak of course, about the "double rainbow during a solar eclipse" award. The Coby CVH47 has earned a vaunted spot in the pantheon of hi-fi, and will not be displaced until the fact that I must write regular articles that portray this hobby as moving ever forward lest I lose my precarious niche journalism job forces my hand.
Financial/moral Considerations - I stole the $2 to buy these headphones from a blind homeless man
Rig - Sansa Clip -> Coby CVH47