All good things must come to an end. Got my listening room to this point late last night, snapped a pic, and that sad old phrase was running through my head.
Almost everything in boxes ready for the big move. Not sure where it will come together again and serve that indispensable role in my life of keeping me sane with music, but I know most of the secret sauce is moving with me.
I hope all the important bits are packed away, but I worry about not bringing along this room, I just couldn’t get a box big enough. It might have been getting the system alchemy right years ago (the mix of stuff), but this acoustic space is the best place I’ve listened to my take on audio, and I know it was a huge part of the end result.
I’ll miss this room, and cherish the time I spent in it with my favorite music, and the time I've enjoyed in there with good friends sharing a dram and some tunes.
Can a room be an old (18yrs) friend? Sure seemed it sometimes when I went in there to decompress. Bye old friend.
Almost everything in boxes ready for the big move. Not sure where it will come together again and serve that indispensable role in my life of keeping me sane with music, but I know most of the secret sauce is moving with me.
I hope all the important bits are packed away, but I worry about not bringing along this room, I just couldn’t get a box big enough. It might have been getting the system alchemy right years ago (the mix of stuff), but this acoustic space is the best place I’ve listened to my take on audio, and I know it was a huge part of the end result.
I’ll miss this room, and cherish the time I spent in it with my favorite music, and the time I've enjoyed in there with good friends sharing a dram and some tunes.
Can a room be an old (18yrs) friend? Sure seemed it sometimes when I went in there to decompress. Bye old friend.