I get music in my heart or perhaps my soul. I don't care about your hats or your subs. I loved the music in the 60's on my crystal set, with the tiny earphone. I loved my parents radios, sat on the counter, Perry Como crooning. I loved my first record player with the wee speaker, my transistor that hung from the handle bars. I loved going to concerts, the music blew you away, but back to the 3 inch speakers on the TV and the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.

Keep yer high tech whatever. Well performed songs, with meanings, and implied music once you lock on to how it would sound, and hum a bass note to fill it out. Sing the words while you work.

I like the bmw sound system in my car, and the Sony theatre system by my chair. My bose radio in the bedroom, and the Bose amp downstairs.

Onwards and upwards. Keep going.

I hope you never get serious tinnitus. You won't lament your hissing or the crackle.

John Conley
Musica est vita