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LOOKING GOOD VS. FEELING GOOD: A TREATISE

October 28, 2005
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In the midst of the muddle of mics, meters, knobs, sliders, detents, rooms, reflections, and 1,000 other things backward, forward, coming, and going, it may just so happen that trees, what we gladly seem to miss the forest for, exert a mighty distracting influence to those prone to being distracted by trees, forests, and the mesmerizing magic of the job at hand.

That is: riding a board frontside through a session that’ll last a lifetime.

That is: all of youse feeling guilty for even reading this far because you GOT WORK TO DO (“go out to a club or have a studio soldering party? Is this a trick question?”).

Work that, if you were to think about it very, very carefully beyond the god and the details therein, you might realize has everything (almost) to do with the art sublime: music and its making.

And so it is that we find ourselves knee deep in a meditation on STYLE, or that which distinguishes music from, say, field hockey. Or rockabilly from IDM (intelligent dance music. I kid you not). Or country from classic(al). Or corporate hip-hop from corporate punk rock. It’s not so much what you do, but how it’s done which, in total, is the sine qua non of style.

So whether it’s hearing from the horse’s mouth, BOB BULLOCK, on southern frying your Country, or PETER MILLER on Rockabilly, or NEAL POGUE and DAVE CARLOCK on mixmatching the TRANSPLANTS Punk Rock with much more than just a Hip-Hop “sensibility,” we got it. “It” being specifically what you didn't even know you wanted.

Like The Wire magazine’s boy wonder DJ/rupture on his award-winning Minesweeper Suite, 10 of the world’s best surround sound production tricks, and our GEARGANZAMATIC coverage of over 15 products, big and small, that found their way into our greedy little hands this month of giving thanks (we do) and full-on Fall fashion fever.

So pull tight your Chenille blanket, your hot toddy, and your worsted woolen smoking jacket to settle in for an anxiety-ridden five minutes broken up by a drummer complaining about not hearing enough bass in his cans before leaning back for yet a few more stolen moments until they’re complaining about too much bass, with this, our November issue.

Enjoy yourself and look good doing it, too.
Cheers,

Eugene's Sig

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