The constant rumination about the act of listening to music is more about the outcome it seems. Of the immediate surroundings when listened. Lately, I moved my whole vinyl collection to my basement to make it more 'usable' than having it in the busy space of the active living room. I kicked off with a first-print of Creepoid's "Horse Heaven" yesterday and played it LOUD. It felt about right. And now I'm even more sinking into proverbial dad zone, where listening to music in the basement by myself is... normal. Again? Like when I was a teenager.
The constant rumination about the act of listening to music is more about the outcome it seems. Of the immediate surroundings when listened. Lately, I moved my whole vinyl collection to my basement to make it more 'usable' than having it in the busy space of the active living room. I kicked off with a first-print of Creepoid's "Horse Heaven" yesterday and played it LOUD. It felt about right. And now I'm even more sinking into proverbial dad zone, where listening to music in the basement by myself is... normal. Again? Like when I was a teenager.
This is a beautiful thing, mark. I fully support the basement listening sessions. To 11, my friend!