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All the money that changed hands were me buying drinks for the crew I play with!!!
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This SHOULD have been the Bond theme… far superior to the one they selected, but popularity still rules the world. Definitely worth a check.
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Sampled the new Eric Johnson release… I really wanted to like it more. Had to appease my ears. (Aryas?)
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What’s the problem?
On second thought, that’s a pretty sloppy set up.
Get your stuff together Man.
Love me some Double Nickels On The Dime
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CD via DMP over I2S to DS DAC.
Another recording that goes form MEH to wow from track to track much too often. Still and all, I like a lot of the tracks on this compilation.
Think of you @aangen…
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Agreed. I’ve never gotten too caught up in optics. What I save in stands and furniture I can put towards Scotch and cables…
I HAVE been designing a amp stand… someday… someday.
My soundroom is pretty much worth more than my house…
Hey, my house is warm, dry, houses all my toys but is ratty enough that women refuse to live here… A pretty successful setup IMO! 
Optics case & point; my headphone stands are old police radar antennae in my NOT so pretty house… 
YES those are Bose cubes… .Don’t Judge me… 
They are for my Korg M1 keyboard… (just below the Radkio Shack Mixer)
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I was just joshing ya’.
Enjoy the music.
Cheers.
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A great subwoofer test track - at 1:35 a bit that starts in your feet and travels right up your spine and ends up tingling your scalp… 
A great album with lyrics that poke a bit at a particular leader…
Agreed, I’ve been on a 40 year search of a decent recording of Breakfast In America… 
SACD does NOT guarantee great sound.
BAD engineer.
No Grammy.
My review: This is like 9 ½ minutes of 70s disco meets neo prog, sprinkled with some musical cocaine Abba dust, intertwined with a bit of hypocritical ironic Dwight prose, an acid rock guitar solo amidst a YMCA Donna Summer infused drum backdrop of genre bending, decade blending, involuntary foot tap provoking, uncontrolled micro head bob inducing sound that draws you in like a musical moth to a bright overdriven amplifier tube under Svengali Wilson’s cauldron stir stick of musical wizardry playing loudly beneath the rotating strobe lights and alternating color spots illuminating the dark dance floor of a current underground dance club somewhere in central Europe that seems to play out in three minutes, and which begrudgingly forces you to hit the repeat button way more times than you’d care to admit. It’s like all the soda flavors at the 7-11 studios were genres and Steven mixed ‘em all together into a swamp water and it somehow tasted great! I’m really not certain if I like this track or not, but I can’t seem to stop repeatedly tapping my inner ear looking for that bulging aural vein so I can inject one more play. OK, Just one more time. But I can stop any time I want…
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