Darwin258
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My countrymen, lend me your ears!
I need some advice re creating another thread and wonder if Sunday is the right time to ask, but if the right people are around fate itself will step in an save the day.
A gentlemen I admire very much (PhD type physicist in sub atomic particles but loves headphones) whom I met on this site believes there is such a thing as a national sound, as it were, epitomized in the phones and speakers that come from that nationality. Senns represent a German sound, Grados an American sound, my Mission 710s (thirty years old and still wonderful after all these years) are quite British (or Canadian); Paradigm speakers quite Canadian-British. The point is obvious, an idea to play with, toss around like an orca before swallowing it for dinner (without play as the book Homo Ludens argues there would be no civilization, no advancement of same); something to enjoy.
The obvious weakness of the hypothesis is patent in how impossible it is to confirm such assertions of faith (though not impossible to start new religions with them). How, goodness me, can one assert that something partaking of something as amorphous and broad as a headphone, or any manufactured object, is significantly representative of a national esthetic or characteristic? One can do it because it stimulates the glands of one's imagination and primary reason for being in how such assertions add to the pleasures of civilized life (the reason we were put on earth, put in American, and most of all California which Gawd created solely for the purpose of fun and in an effort to show the way to the heights of civilized pleasure).
I thoroughly dislike the German Sennheiser sound and remain perplexed at how so many people love them (knowing full well the first law of headphone love is function of the utterly subjective); however, I must say one aspect I most like about this crazy hectic labyrinthine site is how I have not had to deal with heavy and ubiquitous Senn Worship. Oh, thank you Gawd, thank you!
Look, I would tentatively proffer that German Maestro line and the Senn line have distinctly defining German or Teutonic reserve and analytical narrowness if not rigidity and reluctance--a preference for order above all--compared to the freedom of the Grados and the Audeze line. How very American! Or can say the Audeze represent a Vegas sound?!! Wow and whoa!
But then how square these proclivities with the power, majesty, and sublimity of the masterworks of German Romanticism? Beethoven, Brahms, Mendelssohn, Bruckner, and Mahler?
Dear me, I have betrayed myself as one who lives in the classical music universe.
Yet not totally.
So how to test it when we think of Miles Davis, Art Farmer, Pat Metheny?
Grados and Pat Metheny in American Garage? What stirs my soul more than the sounds that further enflame the desire to get in the car and get on the American road and keep going and never stop? (No women! But gotta have a soul mate of some sort---music and machines will do.) The profundity of which is caught in one way in American Graffiti, most of all in the semi-tragic drama of Two Lane Black Top, Thelma and Louise again (all the American road movies that scream out the core of our American exceptionalism--love of the open road. Kerouac On the Road, and my man Willie! On the Road Again--yes again and again and again!
Gentlemen, there is so much here to dive into. Where can we do it? Help me start a new thread on this? Or not. I go to home page and start with this?
Wonder if others will join in and play like the orca to connect the dots: the open road, being American and also loving German Romanticism in music, and ever curious how the mass manufactured objects that surround us also define us in their uniqueness, and ours.
Hugs and hopes!
Dr. Art
I need some advice re creating another thread and wonder if Sunday is the right time to ask, but if the right people are around fate itself will step in an save the day.
A gentlemen I admire very much (PhD type physicist in sub atomic particles but loves headphones) whom I met on this site believes there is such a thing as a national sound, as it were, epitomized in the phones and speakers that come from that nationality. Senns represent a German sound, Grados an American sound, my Mission 710s (thirty years old and still wonderful after all these years) are quite British (or Canadian); Paradigm speakers quite Canadian-British. The point is obvious, an idea to play with, toss around like an orca before swallowing it for dinner (without play as the book Homo Ludens argues there would be no civilization, no advancement of same); something to enjoy.
The obvious weakness of the hypothesis is patent in how impossible it is to confirm such assertions of faith (though not impossible to start new religions with them). How, goodness me, can one assert that something partaking of something as amorphous and broad as a headphone, or any manufactured object, is significantly representative of a national esthetic or characteristic? One can do it because it stimulates the glands of one's imagination and primary reason for being in how such assertions add to the pleasures of civilized life (the reason we were put on earth, put in American, and most of all California which Gawd created solely for the purpose of fun and in an effort to show the way to the heights of civilized pleasure).
I thoroughly dislike the German Sennheiser sound and remain perplexed at how so many people love them (knowing full well the first law of headphone love is function of the utterly subjective); however, I must say one aspect I most like about this crazy hectic labyrinthine site is how I have not had to deal with heavy and ubiquitous Senn Worship. Oh, thank you Gawd, thank you!
Look, I would tentatively proffer that German Maestro line and the Senn line have distinctly defining German or Teutonic reserve and analytical narrowness if not rigidity and reluctance--a preference for order above all--compared to the freedom of the Grados and the Audeze line. How very American! Or can say the Audeze represent a Vegas sound?!! Wow and whoa!
But then how square these proclivities with the power, majesty, and sublimity of the masterworks of German Romanticism? Beethoven, Brahms, Mendelssohn, Bruckner, and Mahler?
Dear me, I have betrayed myself as one who lives in the classical music universe.
Yet not totally.
So how to test it when we think of Miles Davis, Art Farmer, Pat Metheny?
Grados and Pat Metheny in American Garage? What stirs my soul more than the sounds that further enflame the desire to get in the car and get on the American road and keep going and never stop? (No women! But gotta have a soul mate of some sort---music and machines will do.) The profundity of which is caught in one way in American Graffiti, most of all in the semi-tragic drama of Two Lane Black Top, Thelma and Louise again (all the American road movies that scream out the core of our American exceptionalism--love of the open road. Kerouac On the Road, and my man Willie! On the Road Again--yes again and again and again!
Gentlemen, there is so much here to dive into. Where can we do it? Help me start a new thread on this? Or not. I go to home page and start with this?
Wonder if others will join in and play like the orca to connect the dots: the open road, being American and also loving German Romanticism in music, and ever curious how the mass manufactured objects that surround us also define us in their uniqueness, and ours.
Hugs and hopes!
Dr. Art