So, a little soliloquy towards the audio elitist out there. We all know, yes, that you only listen to complicated music because it’s a direct reflection of your complicated personality. Please, let’s have a long drawn-out discussion as to why your preferences are superior. And while we’re at it, let’s talk about your father. Oh, tell me about your vinyl collection. Allow me to reinforce your thoughts that I am intellectually inferior. Oh yes, the simple beautiful melody that I can dance to and makes the women swoon. Yes. Of course. How could I be so obtuse? It is inferior. You bonehead! Go masturbate to some Philip Glass. You see, in the fourth dimension it’s all about Ockham’s razor; simplicity rings supreme. Your type? Extinct, long ago. But please, tell me where you got those clove cigarettes, you emotionally retarded nerd. I’m sure you got it from a special place behind the counter at that second hand store. I’m sorry!; boutique.
Shall we listen to music together? Oh yes, you only listen to vinyl. Is it some sort of intangible audio quality that the rest of us plebeians can’t understand? Yes. I bet you turn every sexual interaction into some sort of artistic formula. (…)
Anyway, it’s not the fidelity, it’s not the 24/96K - it can be 8-bit as long as the melody is relevant. You need to stop being such a prick.
Ziltoid
