I’m in a near crash collision course with being sixty. When there is a lot of noise I find it hard to pick up the words that are being said to me.
When Sweetheart and I go out for a walk during the summer she loves to tell me how she adores the sound of the crickets.
To paraphrase Red Butler “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”. I simply don’t hear them anymore.
My hearing isn’t what it should be but there is good news. The problem goes for both my ears. For some reason, I don’t like the idea that one side hears better than the other.
I can’t stand listening to music when I write. When I hike, work in my studio, I choose a carefully composed playlist to push my buttons. On the train to and from work I read or listen to music. I can’t do both.
A few days ago, I bought a Sony Walkman NW-A45. It plays mp3 and the likes but also Apple Lossless, DSD, FLAC. Yes, I hear, or I think to hear the difference between the compressed MP3 and FLAC or DSD.
I need some very good but not too expensive headphones.
The first 13 years of my life I lived in Brussels. I was a child and when my father and I took a tram I noticed there were loops fixed to the ceiling. I was too small to grab them. But then I thought, one day I’ll be tall enough. Then those trams did not exist anymore and my father had passed away.
In the mid-seventies, I liked the Peugeots I saw in the French Louis De Funes movies. I liked the line of that car. When I was 18 that model did not exist anymore. But today I still drive a Peugeot.
Later, when I was sixteen, I fell in love with the tape recorders of that time. Those huge wheels with magnetic tape.
When I was 17 I often visited a, now long gone, an Irish pub in my hometown.
They had a Revox and I found the movement of the tape mesmerizing.
By the time I could afford such a tape recorder they did not exist anymore.
Today I finally got my reel-to-reel tape recorder. An Akai X-201D in mint condition. Hell, I got even the manual with it. Mint.
And 14 tapes of music. It is a trip back in the past.
I got this one for half the price they sell on eBay.
The past should be the past.
But sometimes looking back, getting that analog stuff you once dreamt of…
Yep. I am mesmerized. And with it 14 tapes of unknown music.