Zero
10-24-2002, 02:23 AM
Its late in the evening (or shall I say, early in the morning) over here and being rather intoxicated strictly from the lack of sleep and boredom- I am left pondering meaningless questions that nag me every so often.
Upon parting with my Polk RT2000p's the other day, I looked back and realized just how important those speakers were to me and how much I actually cared for them. These speakers (and parents of course) are the soul reasons why my interest with audio was even sparked.
Now as strange as the above statements do sound, I simply find it amazing how emersed we can become with such objects, often times diagnosing them with a personality. Musicians may do this with various instruments, or people with cars, or athletes with equipment- etc...
Whats even stranger is how when we part with an object, how we actually feel SOME hint of regret or remorse. Though I cannot vouch for feeling it on any drastic scale, I can say I owe a lot to those monsters, and have respect for them. I only hope the next owner will enjoy them as much as I did... though seperated, they are still my babies :)
Upon parting with my Polk RT2000p's the other day, I looked back and realized just how important those speakers were to me and how much I actually cared for them. These speakers (and parents of course) are the soul reasons why my interest with audio was even sparked.
Now as strange as the above statements do sound, I simply find it amazing how emersed we can become with such objects, often times diagnosing them with a personality. Musicians may do this with various instruments, or people with cars, or athletes with equipment- etc...
Whats even stranger is how when we part with an object, how we actually feel SOME hint of regret or remorse. Though I cannot vouch for feeling it on any drastic scale, I can say I owe a lot to those monsters, and have respect for them. I only hope the next owner will enjoy them as much as I did... though seperated, they are still my babies :)