Do not walk up in my shadow
Just respect my handle
While we bang and make the Earth rattle
Wednesday creeps, Tuesday sleeps. The house is quiet except for the whine of a cooling fan. All is dark, save for the faint light of an LCD screen. The clicks of a keyboard are heard as fingers jam into buttons, searching for the right combinations. A dreamer lies with the technological box across his stomach. He dons huge headphones. Over ear. Beats by Dre Studios. Stylishly simple. His fingers reach for a key. He frowns. Something is not right. Bass delivery has been impaired. The blood drains from his face as he realises what this means. His life is over. There is no more bass. The audiophile weeps inwardly, his heart, a sub-woofer of gargantuan proportions slows to a mere 30bps. There is no more bass.
Fortunately they are well withing warranty. The Dreamer rejoices and sighs simultaneously. This is the second time his headphones will need repair. He thinks it may be time for an upgrade. Brand loyalty dictates that he select from the Good Doctor's selection. He's been through Solos, Studios and iBeats. Of the remainder, those that appeal are MixRs, Executives and Pros.
The Dreamer, thinks hard. Focus creases his brow. Aesthetics has always been important to him, for if he cannot look upon it with fondness it is useless to him. The deep rich sound of bass soothes him; it's kick breathes an irresistible strength, the vibrations dulling the senses but at the same time opening the mind to the feel of the music. Research has led him to this point. He acknowledges both the pros and the cons. The magic of forums speaks to him, warning him of the dangers of his choice. He heeds the warnings but they do not discourage him in the least. The choice is made.
Pros, he thinks to himself. Every new set means an increase in quality. It is an upgrade after all. His mind justifies his choice, although there is little debate raging inside his troubled mind. All is calm after the storm that has since passed. What was once broken shall be made anew. It is all he can do to prevent himself from choosing a colour, then and there. Oh, what the heck, the mind whispers to him, it won't take long and you already have an idea. He did, but just to be sure he checks again.
The Holy Grail sits before him. His choice is made. He goes to victory. Or maybe he goes to have his existing headphones repaired. You can never be sure with the Dreamer. He has more moods that a leopard has spots, but c'est la vie. One thing that is certain, he has dreamed this experience in third person.
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Weird, right? I told you I get a little bit retarded. So, Mr. Jyamaigo kicked off Workout Tuesday's yesterday (although technically it started on Monday). Hopefully we can get that going as a regular weekly deal at least. And maybe he'll throw in some alliteration for you. Trainer's Tuesday or the like.
Wicked Wednesday may be a new installment. Might be weekly, might be biweekly, might be weekly with alternating authors. Could be monthly, annually or a one time thing. Sleepless hasn't decide yet. But I will. I also need to theme it around something. I'm thinking teching out and decking out. We'll see.
Following the bassline,
The Sleepless Dreamer
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