Sunday, July 25, 2004 |
21:43 - I'm a consumer whore! (And how!)
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On Friday night, we were playing with this—Chris' AirPort Express, which arrived while he's marooned in Australia waiting for his visa to be re-approved. We hooked it up to the downstairs stereo rig that drives the audio for our HDTV and fills the living room with deep and rich sound on whatever rare occasions we decide to crank up a movie that deserves such treatment.
We switched the audio channel over to the AirTunes input, and were streaming one song after another to the big speakers with the subwoofer—many songs in my library I'd never heard on speakers of significant size, so we're still definitely in the middle of the giddy "new Apple toy" phase that accompanies so many such gadgets. We were using the downstairs iMac to stream music down from my G5 upstairs down into the living room, then across the room to the AirPort Express and thence into the stereo; sound quality was awesome, and the convenience was just revelatory.
So as we're doing this, on TV—silently—is playing one of those Discovery Channel shows on the volcanoes and lava flows around the Pacific Rim: the Ring of Fire. Lance and a couple of others were down there watching it, as some rock song or other streamed from my machine; as the show's title scrolled by, Lance started muttering the chorus of the obligatory Johnny Cash song of the same name.
I heard him from my room upstairs. Within a minute, I'd flipped open the iTunes Music Store, found the song, bought it, downloaded it, and queued it up to play. "I fell into a burning ring of fire..." started crooning out of the speakers, on top of the video of Indonesian volcanoes.
Lance came upstairs to tell me I was a smartass.
It's pretty close to the best 99 cents I can remember spending.
UPDATE: White Town's "Your Woman" has a whole lotta bass.
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