Music must not burn the ear or your ear potential will diminish prematurely.
You might melt the ossicles...
: - )
Personal headphones at arenas
I heard from a reliable source recently, that concerts these days are largely wireless and can be mixed on an iPhone...
Who can I pass my immaculate lead coiling skills on to?
Should help the world Copper shortage though, right?
La Brea ears
you're lowering the tone,
that's the pits...
Did they live at home until they entered Parliament?
Muldoon used to flat in a house I later lived in, in Hawkstone street, Thorndon (in fact Russell picked me up from there when I shifted up to Ak for RIU work ) - during his Young Turk days in opposition (er, Muldoon's, not Russell's, that is)
There was always an oppressive feeling in the large sunny lounge, and people who slept there felt as if they were being sat on or suffocated.
Years later I was staying in the hotel now opposite, and while waiting outside one morning, spotted some folk leaving the place - so I said "hi" and asked if the place was still haunted, they said "no", but later that evening I saw them hurrying out of the place with suitcases and cartons... spooky! or merely a coincidence?
NZ being the small place it is, one of my flatmates there, Finola Dwyer was just finishing film school (I think) - Now she's on Greek St in London producing damn fine movies...
I can’t believe there’s no way of remediating the problem
After all sound is just a pressure wave - so ya put up a C wall - or perhaps a phase diffractor
the aim is concert pitch not concert tar isn't it?
Just in case ya hadn't heard it was on...
10:00pm Brian Eno: Eno Now (Prog 6 of 6)
on the Concert Programme
or start here in the replay section
eno pt 1
swept away with the currency...
… a loss for the artistic and intellectual culture of the city.
Too true, it seems the only thing that is sown or grown in cities (and their conurbations) these days is money...
...and looking at the dense suburbs 'springing' up on the still productive ex-market garden soils around Chchch, I despair that the idea of a 'cash crop' has become a hopelessly compromised consumer concept - with no real thought spent on the realities of the future we are being herded to, under urgency!
ta, and I wish I could say it was original
but I'm riffing on (or ripping off) a classic story I first heard on a radio show last century My Word! by either Denis Norden or Frank Muir, it may even not have originated with them...
involving a tribe living in the jungle who spurned modern medicine and laxatives preferring to use the leaves of common trees - the pun(ch) line being, of course - "with fronds like this who need enemas"
In the final round Muir and Norden each told a story to "explain" the origin of a well-known phrase. An early example took the quotation "Dead! And never called me mother!" from a stage adaptation of East Lynne by Mrs Henry Wood, which became the exclamation of a youth coming out of a public telephone box which he had discovered to be out of order.
here's a sample of the earlier part of the show:
it even has a word to tickle Rob and Gareth...
A white flag with black writing...
...five blue figures on a white circle?
perhaps we can arrange something...