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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"

Amplification

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There. I finally decided that it is finished. I can play with it an tweak it for eternity, but it's done. My 2x50ish watt LM3886-based amplifier.



This baby is a chip-amp, or a "Gainclone", which means it's a single-IC, minimalistic design. It's also a dual-mono design, which means the channels are completely separated, with their own power supplies. it's a power amplifier, so no volume controls or input selections, just pure muscule. The theoretical limit to output power of this IC is 68W, so I've provided more than enough headroom for that. It's powered by two 120VA toroidal core transformers. That's quite a bit more than the 80VA I was planning on, but it did cost the same amount of money, so why not. Now even the craziest bass peak will not trouble my system. With 20 000uF of capacitance per channel, smoothing the output of two rectifier bridges per channel, there's nothing to worry about.

The assembly takes extreme care of making sure that everything is bolted down, glued together and double, even triple insulated. Heatshrink covers every pair of wires. The primary is fused on both live and neutral wires, so are all the four power supply rails inside. To ensure nothing unwanted goes out to the speakers, a DC-protection circuit is installed, that automatically turns off the output in the case of anything wrong with the output signal. It also ensures, along with the LM3886's mute circuit, that there's no output while the amp powers up, as well as the immediate disconnection of the speakers at turn-off.

The chance of ground loops occurring should be taken care of by the ground loop disconnecting circuit, that combines a power resistor and a heavy-duty bridge rectifier to ensure that no unwanted current would flow during operation, but that the immense fault currents will safely flow to ground and break all fuses and circuit breakers, should anything bad happen.

I'm testing it as I am writing this, listening to the amazing Ugress and I can tell you, it was worth any minute I've put into building it. It's small, slick, all-black, with a single white diode mounted at the front of the case. It looks wicked and it delivers a punch to justify its looks.

Simple - possibly quite simple. Awesome - quite a bit indeed. It's so small I can put it in my backpack and carry it anywhere. Yet it sounds fantastic and delivers enough power so that my Cerwin Vega speakers threaten to tear down the house. And despite its miniature size, it doesn't even remotely heat up, even after hours of driving my speakers at painful volumes.

If you've got some spare parts you can build those babies extremely cheap. I did spend some money on transformers and chasis, the major expences related to this project, but you can work around that quite easily without compromising on quality. It still ended up being cheaper than a decent commercial amp, for all it's worth.


Load testing

Well, I've tried and tested the system a lot, during construction and it behaved really well. No one tells you how it would behave after 6 hours of extensive use, wired to two badass speakers and the volume cranked up in party mode. That is to say, stupidly loud, all the time. Apparenly, in small cases, things are expected to heat up.

Heat up, they certainly do. I've had bigger amplifiers than this radiate heat like crazy in such situations. The question was whether the tiny case I'm using can handle all this heat. It heated up, heated up a lot. The cooling flanges on the sides, which are usually only hot in the rear side where the chips are mounted, got heated up all the way. A good thing abount the tiny chasis is that it is well connected to the flanges on the sides, wich means that heat gets transferred across the entire chasis, which seems to help quite a bit. A lot more surface, I guess, even if it doesn't have the best thermal conductivity properties.

There was also one factor that probably influenced temperature in a very bad way - the case has no feet yet, so it was placed on top of a magazine. Otherwise the bottom of the chasis could scratch the surface. The downside of this is that all the air openings on the bottom were shut and there was essentially no convection flow through the amp. I cant bet on it but I'd expect that this airlfow would have reduced the temperature significantly.

The final word on this - it can handle it. No thermal protection kicking in (oh yes, it has that. It's disgusting, but at least it doesn't MELT), no ugly distortions, nor other noticeable effects of a significant increase in temperature. So, hurray, it's passed the final test, what I'd call the "stupidly drunk overload" test. Yey me!

Wake UP! COFFEE!

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It was the highlight of the summer. Being waken up early in the morning, by crazy, screaming strangers. You would think it couldn't happen to you every day for weeks and weeks in a row. And then it does and you realize you're so drunk still that you can't crawl out of god-damned tent/bed/gutter to take a piss. But it won't go away, so what do you do - you foolishly stumble out, look at the world as if you can disintegrate anything just by looking at it. And you keep going.

Coffee, or beer, or whatever really, just don't forget to hydrate and it'll all be cool, right? And then there's another poor, unfortunate soul who, just like you, has arisen with a gravely look on its face. Boom! You give them the coffee and there it is - instant happiness. Or should I call it properly - instant craziness. Because no normal person keeps going on like that day after day, powering himself from the inexhaustable power supply that only kids have. Always running, constantly smiling, ever-curious, a perpetum mobile of fun and seeming madness.

And you can't stop laughing, even for a second or you'll pass out and it'll all end in the usual boring way - sleeping, while you should have been screaming. It's said that one minute of healthy laughter is enough to compensate for one hour of sleep. If that is the case, I am not going to be sleeping like a human being any time soon now. You know you've had fun when you actually see the muscules involved in laughing to tighten over time and your belly looks like you've been punching it for weeks, so it's always tense.

And you can't do that alone, of course, because then there's a real chance of you just ending up with only the voices in your head. And of course, they're all idiots or at the very best - comedians. And if you've got one more, you can share the load, or together be both at the same time. And then people wish you the best wish ever - to remain so crazy happy and smiley forever. And you know it's true, it's addictive and infectious, you make everyone else smile along and you make their day. And you are the tinders, the fucking firestarters even - you set the bars and dancefloors ablaze, people moving, jumping, dancing, screaming. And they laugh and they cry, while you sit there in the blazing fury you've made out of your world, like avatars of everything that is good and out of control, combined together into your unstoppable entities. And then then it all ends, you exhale, exhale, exhale, thinking - oh my god, what on earth did we just go on and do, again. And you think you've earned some rest.

But no. Wake UP! COFFEE!