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A truly awesome view on human stupidity

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Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the disclaimer. That's right, the disclaimer. This highly overestimated and unnecessary sticky post that should cleanse any sense of innuendo or sarcasm, from the blogs that might actually make you think. Or well .. most likely not, but still.. And will also insult your intelligence at the same time. Any feeling that statements written here are directed personally towards you, or anyone in practicular, are an apparent sign you're not reading the right blog.

So - protect your family. This blog contains explicit depictions of things which might be real, or fantasy, or false, or stolen, including the current disclaimer. These things are commonly known as someone else's (not yours) depiction of life.

So, if it sounds sarcastic - and it will - don't take it seriously. If it sounds dangerous, do not try this at home or at all. And if it offends you, just don't bloody read it.

It is, after all, a funny world

I know, I have mentioned this tune before.

It's the one that gives you the cold shivers, crawling up your spine. It is the one that makes you delirious while you listen to it. It is the one that takes your mind in, gives it a beating, gives it a cuddle and lets it go with a gentle pat on the back.

Is it really one, are they really two, are they a collection of awesome that touches your soul?

Now, I mean a specific one - B-Complex - It's a funny world. You'll find a version of it on the Youtube. What I want from you is to find a nice quiet place, with a good sound, turn it up to eleventy, sit back and enjoy the melody.

Feel the beat. Find out how the pace matches the good feelings in your life. Your dreams. Your desires. Your hopes. Your joy, your pain, your excitement, your ... everything. Feel it probe the hidden places in your soul, the ones that you forget about, even when you're happy. A beat here, a key there, let it crawl deep into your mind. Slide with it, as it slides throughout your world.

Let it go.

Gather all the pain, all the joy, hate, excitement, disappointment, friendliness, fear, love, uncertainly, divinity in your life. Gather it in one place, forget all your thoughts and concerns. Focus on the vibe and put them all together. Listen to the intro and gather them up. Feel the force of your emotions flowing through you. First, second, one after another, know that they are piling up as the intro goes.

Tick tick, the next step provokes you to gather more. The ones you didn't want to. The ones you wanted to hide away. The ones you wanted to hide from yourself. Do not worry - no one is listening to you right now.

Gather the beats inside your brain. One, two, tick, tick, tick, tick.... The baseline soothes you down. The melodic part kicks in, an incomprehensible vocal reassures you. Take a deep breath.

Tick, tick and the tune gathers full force. It speeds up, the old beat rises up. Fast, slightly gritty, dynamic punch makes your mind race through all of them. One by one they fly through your brain. What you have witnessed, experienced, laughed at, suffered through. Little flashes of your life. Unaccredited experiences, moments not seized, dreams not pursued, joy not appreciated, loves that you didn't care enough about, friendships unimaginable ... It can go on and on.

Then you fall into the beat, you flash trough them all, the good and the bad, fast - like on the tape that you are supposed to see when your life flashes before your eyes. And the only way you can react is to smile. Smile at yourself, the world, the people. And let it all go. Because you love it. You love it so very much right now - all of it. The piles of crap, the rays of joy, the anguish, the excitement, the love, the laughter, the pure joy of the fact that you're alive and a witness of it all.

It is a funny world, is it not?

Phones on the head

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Or as the case might be - phones raping you in the ears. Those Sennheiser 300-IIs feel like they're violating my ear canal every time I use them. But man, are they awesome. I bought them a couple of weeks back, to use with my mobile phone, since the headphones I had before kinda needed a change. And to prove that I am not just the typical Sennheiser fanboy - they were Senns as well and they sucked. No bass, poor sound isolation, you name it. Very comfy, but ultimately - nothing to prevent me from hearing the airplane engines roar.

What I did really mean to say though, was that you should be buying new headphones. No mater what the type is - circumaural, supraaural, in-ear, whatever. If you're using stock ones - change them. The single biggest upgrade you can do to any sound system is to change the crappy devices that actually produce the sound waves with something that can really do it. Sound source and amplifications have advanced to the level where, unless you mess something up, they're mostly all fairly good. On-board sound cards not included for the obvious reason that I can hear my friggin' mouse when I move it. How messed up is this?

But at any rate - crappy speakers and headphones can seriously cramp your style. The investment doesn't have to be big either, those Senns cost me nothing special and only now I do really want to listen to music on my phone. Before it was just a necessity, now it is a necessity, combined with awesome. I haven't even used them enough to know their true sound yet, but the moment you plug them in you go - aaaah, so that is how it's supposed to sound. Turns out my phone doesn't have a crappy sound output, it just didn't have anything to play it on. Hell, I even checked - the E51 has one of the top performance sound outputs, so there you have it. Gief more MP3 on the sound card and a plane to catch. I'll be all set.

Of course, the same applies to all devices. The same thing happened to me when I changed crappy PC speakers with a reasonable 2.1 system. The same thing happened when the yet-another-crappy headset @ work broke and I decided I'd spring the really reasonable amount I paid for my 212Pro headphones. The divine sound that came out of those cans, the bass I didn't know was there. Full of awesome.

Go download AsphaltChild - Ferried to Hell , find something good to listen to it on and observe the divine difference.

I'm not changing my Cerwin-Vegas though. Fuck that. They rule.

Amplification, take two

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Actually, this is my first finished project. It's been working for a long time, but since things like those are never really "completed", it has waited a while for its presentation. Here is my wine-box-gone-headphone-amplifier:



Why a headphone amplifier? Well there are many reasons - boredom, curiosity, the fact that a lot of the sound cards on the market just suck horribly bad. Not only did I have a problem finding one that doesn't dump a horrible amount of noise on top of my music but even when I did that, it was too weak to drive my average quality cans. When you want to listen to cruel drum&bass on proper headphones, you need a little more of a punch.

So I figured, it'll be small and cheap to take care of that little problem and on I went gathering parts for what I found to be the most interesting design around. It's all IC-based. Opamps drive high-speed, high-current (for this type of circuit anyway) buffers, which deliver the power into the headphones. The circuit features an actively driven ground "channel" - that is, the headphones aren't simply grounded at the power supply ground, but at the output of an identically designed channel. Since the ground is virtual, a simple rail splitter that divides into power supply rails in two, this is not only better for sound reproduction, but actually necessary. The circuit and board are designed by the awesomely helpful Tangent and can be found at his site here - http://tangentsoft.net/audio/pimeta/ . He actually has an upgraded version of the PIMETA amp, which I intend to try when I get bored again.

The power supply is the funniest part of this build. I happened to disassemble an old modem to salvage useful parts of the circuit. I literally cut out the unit out of the board, using a Dremel. It comes with power line filtering, fusing, nice laminated core transformer, the whole lot. This AC is then rectified, filtered and regulated by a miniature board I also got from Tangent, which provides an amazingly stable supply for its cost and complexity.

The rest of the parts I calculated and sourced myself, assembled the thing and oddly enough it played music from the very start. It was sitting in raw and naked form on my desk while I was working on it and it that form it played music for months. I finally decided that I should hide the dangerous part, the actual AC IEC connector, inside a box somewhere. That's when I found the use for a wine box I had in the office. I checked and it turned out I can fit the boards perfectly inside. That box actually has quite a history behind it, it's funny to think about when I got it and how it ended up spending time on the shelves in my office. Now it features as a headphone amplifier. I hope Mr. John Blandy doesn't mind the sudden product range expansion of his brand.

The casework is notoriously bad. At least when you know how I've done all the details. I had no tools at the time I did it, so half of it is improvised. The end result is surprisingly good, all things considered. It's shiny, it looks very DIY, but I didn't set out to win a design competition anyway.

For the spec curious - the transformer provides me with 18Vac, which I rectify and filter with 6800uF capacitance. This is tightly regulated by an adjustable regulator to provide 22Vdc which is fed to the board. A total of 4000uF of Elna capacitors provide the energy storage for the circuit. Burr-Brown BUF634 buffers can deliver up to 500mA of current per channel, which can basically deliver sound levels that go far beyond destroying your hearing once and forever. Those are operated by Burr-Brown OPA627 low-noise, high-precision operational amplifiers which - I'm being told - sound as fantastic as they come. The ground channel is actually still an OPA124, since I haven't had the chance to replace it yet. The benefits of doing that are very questionable though. And with the price tag of good opamps maybe I'll never do that.

There is one additional advantage hidden in the box, that justifies its constant use. There is an acoustic crossfeed filter at the input of the amplifier. It's role is is to eliminate the exaggerated stereo effect of listening to isolated stereo channels trough headphones. Stereo recordings are awesome and everything but they were made to be reproduced on speakers and your ears and brain have to mix them up together. With headphones the situation is a little different, since one ear gets only one version of the signal. This filter takes care to add the proper mixing and delays in left/right channels so your ears get what they would get in a normal open environment. I have to say - this changed the way I think about headphones forever. I can keep them on the entire day without feeling awkward now. The filter usually has two mixing levels and a bypass switch but I liked it enough to just keep it on all the time.

With my bassy, low-impedance Sennheiser HD212Pro headphones this baby sounds splendid. I can't get the sound card to do such a good job on the sound, period. Not only it delivers much better kick but now I can keep the sound card output in its optimal range, where it drives a high load, at low volume, so there is much less distortion to the signal. Some day I'll just wire this to an external DAC, but that's a story for another post :smile:

Wipeout

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Do you know this feeling of anticipation, when you hear the beginning of a great set of music and you just know that it will be devastating, it'll be extreme? You can just ... sense it.

There is this faint tingle in the air, playing with your senses. A chill crawls up your spine, buzzes through your nerves, makes you shake a little. Your eyes widen, your sight becomes glazed and disconnected. You look concentrated and determined.

You take a sip and make smalltalk, you just know that soon it wouldn't matter anymore. The music starts building up, but it's all still an anticipation. A feeling that at some point in the future you can go wild, you can lose it all and dive in this .. dark, tangled mass of people, that for now seems still, a monolithic, inpenetrable wall of humans.

Beat, the beat comes and slowly your body starts responding like you don't know what to do just yet. You keep the contact but your eyes start seeking. Seeking hints of activity. Your sound perception sharpens, as you concentrate on the melody. It gives you the feeling, the mood, the movement. The initial inspiration.

Bounce, baby, bounce - that gorgeous one in front of you gives out moves like she intends to start wars. You don't care, the moves are just only beggnng to show what's about to come later.

Punchy music kicks in and the bodies start rockng back and forth. The melody engulfs the crowd slowly and you find yourself in a sea of smilng, dancing, sweating people. Beats per minute, both music-wise and heart-wise accelerate. They sync and mess up your body and your mind. You start being one integral piece of the music, moving with it, living with it. The same pace, the same emotion, the same rythm.

Jump goes the dancefloor - one, two, ten tracks in a row pick up the speed, the mood, the punch of it all, lift you up and slowly eradicate the lingering threads of rational thought, creeping in the back of your mind.

And then you explode. You are all over the place along with your peers. Jumping madly, laughing, sweating, smiling. Boom - a flash of light, a punch of bass - your body jumps in unpredictable ways. Choreography is all about nature now, it happens on its own.

And then comes the moment of serenity. A little bit of a breather, a pause. Time to collect the victims and reinforce the ones still moving. Come on, breathe with me... Stop, take a sip of water and relax.

But I know. I know what's in your minds.

The pause gets sick. Heavy, overwhelming. It slows down and turns dark. Oddly melodic. Relaxing, without providing relief. Your mind starts to slow down and your pulse calms. You think - about bloody time. But there's a dark voice in the back your your head, a sick feeling that this is not going so well. The music starts pushing you down.

Down, down, down, the heavy lines crush any small remaints of sanity in your head, they reduce your body to an almost immobile wreck, seemingly relaxed, but oddly tensed up from the inside. Slowly, you realize that you're losing it all. Your sight wanders, your thoughts just ... vanish. You let go and dive in.

Observation of what's around comes like a gift. The realisation that this is so awesome that you can see the goosebumps on other people's hands just makes you feel even better. Your dancing skills are reduced to moving slowly and making funny faces but you don't give a damn.

And then, beat by beat, it gets rougher. Mixed upon a trippy melody, a dark bassline comes in. The vocal lifts you from the ground and leaves you floating, without support for what is about to come. The dark music pushes you down and down and down, and down.

And when you're ready to flip out, the beat raises from the back of the tune. The dark, sickening melody takes form. And it takes the form of a sledgehammer ready to smash you on the head.

You gotta get get. Boom! The next beat is the one that shatters your connection with reality. The one that looses it all - thoughts, concerns, precautions. Anything and everyting. Your pressed down, desperate mind escapes into the bliss by doing the only thing it's left to do. It stops. Rational thought is erradicated, everything is suppressed. At this point you get music that is so fast, so inspiring, so dark, so wicked, so engaging that there is nothing left.

A complete wipeout. There's the music, you and a crowd of disconnected people left. And nothing else.

This is when you become disconnected. This is when you assemble the pieces of the puzzle a few hours afterwards. This is when you wake up late and you realize you feel like someone took you apart, piece by piece, and when it all ended, they didn't nearly make it to put you back together.

This is when your mind is clean, your spirit high, your concerns gone, your love infinite, your friendship unlimited, your joy unextinguishable, your spirit high, your body painless....

Everything you are is everyting you wanted to be, everyhting you did was everything you wanted to do and if hell came down to earth right fucking then, you'd say ..."Meh, fuck it, I had a good time"

"Sucker punch motherfucker. Haaa-hahahahahahahaahah"