As a frequent poster I need to share something.
I am one of the millions of faceless US Government workers facing possible termination. Like others I arrive at my desk daily fearing another email from the Office of Personnel Management (OPM), the Evil Overlord. Telling me I am not productive, wasting government money, demanding 5 bullet points to justify my existence, and for me to consider employment elsewhere. With every gleeful slash of a phallic oversized chainsaw seen in news video clips and pictures. I fear an electronic pink slip will arrive in my email. Leading me to question my decision to buy eggs, and long-term plans to pay my bills and mortgage.
Will I get credit for being the government employee who has started working one hour before his official tour of duty every day for the last 12 years. Who wore a mask, sat at his desk, and never worked a day from his home throughout the COVID end of days. Who works every day maximizing their efficiency and has always received excellent performance ratings. Who quietly eats his lunch at his desk and often works overtime to have enough time to fulfill the mission.
I now witness my fellow Government workers daily succumb to worry and stress related headaches and gastrointestinal concerns.
To cope with it all I have turned to microdosing an old drug. I am not talking about Shrooms, LSD, Cocaine, Valium or even Prozac. I am taking about music. Research has found music can boost the body’s natural Neurotransmitters. The Neurotransmitter Serotonin can help regulate and improve mood and wellbeing. Dopamine contributes to drive, anticipation, reward, and contentment. Music can help to reduce depression, anxiety, improve mental performance and creativity.
As I ponder my life and what brought me here today. I think about how much more accessible the music drug has become since I was young in the 60’s. I remember the days where new over the counter music drugs were available mostly through my local record store or radio. I remember anxiously peering over the shoulder of the counter salesclerk for the upcoming new releases and those records not yet in the record bins. Counting the money in my pocket pondering if I could afford a new album, cassette, 8 track tape, and later CD. Wondering would my addiction, my jonesing be satisfied with a couple of hits.
When I was broke and in new music withdrawal I would buy 45’s, hoping the B side would not contain something lame that no one wanted to hear. I admit more than once I purchased music off the street through bootleg vendors and felt a sense of shame afterwards. I remember late nights passing around our choice records and getting high on the music with friends in a darkened basement. The impromptu music and hormone fueled dance parties in high school and trying to impress the girls.
I remember my first taste of being an Audiophile. Cobbling together my system with found audio parts and tweaking, oh the endless tweaking and fixing. Sitting by a boombox radio waiting for my favorite music to play. Blank Cassette Tape pre-loaded, record and pause button preset, anxiously rocking, fingers trembling at the ready, then quickly hitting start to record. Always working at perfecting the art of catching most of the recording, listening for the intro, the fade out, and stopping the recording just before the announcer’s voiceover. All in the name of creating that perfect Mixtape, often to appeal to another drug of choice the most recent love interest.
Thankfully my drug is so much more readily available through multiple music download services. My favorite micro-buzz is now through Qobuz. With recent world events I rely even more on the availability of my favorite music drug. Which thankfully does not seem to be subject to tariffs or in short supply.
Years ago, I read a book by Dr. Gray Aumiller called “Keeping it Simple.” He encourages in a time of stress and loss to take an inventory of our resources, to look at our knowledge and skills, the people we know and the things we own. In doing so there is often a sense of gratitude, relief, renewal, and opportunity.
With this in mind, and for distraction from the daily news cycle. I decided to reexamine my BAV Power cables. Since late 2024 my system is now almost all Belden Iconoclast cable from the power cords to the Interconnects, to the subwoofer cables. My last acquisition in 2024 was BAV power cables to replace several other well-known Audio manufactures audiophile grade cables whose names will not be mentioned. I switched the cables gradually one component at a time over the course of a month. This would allow me to discern if what I was hearing with each cable swap was better, worse or the same. In addition, I experimented with swapping 10- and 12-gauge BAV power cables to each component. The BAV’s now have at least 2200 hours on them.
I swapped the BAV out today and inserted my previous Audiophile grade power cable into my PSA BHK Preamplifier. What an obvious difference. With the BAV power cables the soundstage was vastly larger and on some tracks the music enveloped me. There was more information there, realism, presence, more easily discernable instruments, and vocals. Bass notes had more nuance, layering and depth.
In summary, the psychedelic aspects and the high from music reproduction sought by most audiophiles was greatly diminished without the BAV power cable. With the BAV cable the phantom center image, apparitions of vocalist and instruments floating in discrete spaces, expanded soundstage width and depth, transparency, vanishing speakers were more there and a real trip.
As I have my whole life I will continue planning for the worse and hoping for the best. Toward that end, trading in my old PSA preamp toward owning the new PS Audio Preamp I understand will debut at AXPONA is now not possible for me. Nor is replacing the last of my Power Cables with BAVS. Oh well, at least I still have my old Boombox, Radio, Cassette Player.
Thanks for reading and allowing me the catharsis of writing during this stressful time. Best wishes to everyone in your upcoming endeavors.