I was recently visiting the Esoteric website and reviewing some product information with respect to the Esoteric K-03 SACD player; a very impressive machine indeed and I certainly look forward to giving it an audition. I could not help but think of my many little rituals [idiosyncrasies] associated with my compact disks before I light the incense, dim the lights and press the play button.
The anticipation starts when I visit a Brick and Mortar music store or begin an online search to add more dark content to my music collection. I will also admit that I am one to judge a band by its album art at times; ironically, I am rewarded by a very high success rate in locating great music by previously unknown bands. Once at home, the album art is studied in great detail after I have carefully removed the plastic wrapping and insuring that the jewel case was not marred in any way. The corporeal interface with the jewel case is also somewhat comforting; I can feel my purchase and it is real. Next comes the removal of the most horrible, security seals that they place on the edge of the jewel case. For some enigmatic reason, a few manufacturers have employed 3 of these bothersome edge seals; heaven help me.
Next comes the lyrics, I absorb them and try to imagine how the music will enhance the poetry contained within these pages. This is also a great time to see photos of the band, bio’s and other art included. The CD is then carefully placed into the player after ensuring that no damage is present on the CD’s playing surface.
I eagerly anticipate the journey and press the play button.
I cannot help but wonder if a diminutive, cold sterility will seep into my psychic when most of the music I enjoy will be downloaded from the Internet. Yes, I do understand that we are all in it for the enjoyment of our music, but I believe that we will also lose something in this process; there is so much to be said about actually holding a record or CD in your hand. Perhaps I am old-fashion or even outdated, but I prefer a real book in hand to that of a cold and dead, electronic book tablet.
While Mrs. Laundrew is leaning towards a BDP and the benefit of having all of her music at her finger tips; I still enjoy the selection process of “thumbing” through my compact disks and hearing the distinctive “clicks” of the jewel cases interacting with each other.
Be well…