Back in the mid-70s, this was me almost every day—stretched out on the couch, headphones on, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music. For an hour or two, I’d just sit there and let the sound wash over me, listening intently to every note and lyric. I wasn’t going anywhere physically, but those records carried me far—whole worlds opened up through the music, giving me a sense of exploration and depth without ever leaving the room. I sometimes wonder how those quiet hours shaped the person I became—what about you? When you look back, how has music been a part of your own journey?
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Others did the same with special smoke . . .
I use wine these days.
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Music was the core push through Grey times… helping me grind with ambition… its a glass of wine, a bourbon, some dim lights… (ღ˘⌣˘)𓆪
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Substitute my bedroom with the living room - and me sitting with my guitar instead of laying on the floor and that’s my experience. I spent hours and hours trying my best to figure out how to play things like Mick Ronson’s parts on Hunky Dory
It was a crap little system, especially compared to my Dad’s system but it was in my room with my guitar.
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No laying on the floor for me. I went from a bean bag chair as a teen to a theater chair as an adult. I like the bean bag better!!
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Special smoke makes musical travel so much easier. For me at least. My only real use for it is when listening to music. It opens all the doors, and removes all the blankets.
Having said that, if you haven’t tried it, DON’T!
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As DavidF described, zoning out as a teenager was
a big part of one’s development, or lack there of 
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Listening with headphones increased the kick by turning down the outside world and revealing even more from tapes (8 track!) and records.
With Koss Pro 4AA headphones that made me look like an underaged helicopter pilot, I delved into rock and classical stuff, all hours of the night. Good times.
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One of the things I love most about music is it’s ability to take me back in time. When I saw this band live, the sound in the house of my father’s music, college days, the start-stop over and over until I figured out Mike Bloomfield’s solo on The Work Song.
I just got up. I have no idea where I’ll go today but the amps are warming up.
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Many of my middle teen days ended with headphones at night, frequently under the influence, losing myself in whatever but most memorably Yes. Today I find myself again horizontal with headphones but the difference is I smoked my last 35+ years ago and it’s a lot harder to get off the floor.
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Do you relive the pain and discomfort of wearing Pro 4AA’s? I went through 2 pair until I figured out that not all headphones were torturous. Slow learner here.
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I don’t remember those headphones as torturous,
just heavy. That was over five decades ago, so, I don’t recall much.
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I had the ghastly Koss with the ear waterbeds that came with the Pelican type case. Gave me TMJ and squished the glands below my ear canal, Finally my buddie’s hound punctured the ear pads with pin-like puppy teeth. Bought them from a guy who bought them while in Viet Nam. Then moved on to the old Sennheiser 414 Grey band tho.
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I remember listening to Bach’s Brandenburg Concerti. Wendy Carlos’s perfomances on the Moog synthesizer would have me visualizing the music in three dimensions. No other realizations like her and sadly no new material in the same vein for over a decade.
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