High End Validation


Nice story (to me anyway)…

Had a pizza delivered today before the Lakers game. Latino guy in his late twenties. He’s been working at the pizza store for several years.

The stereo was playing. A solo acoustic piano piece on Paradise Radio.com.

“Nice music”, he smiled.

“Thanks”, I said also smiling.

“Is that a real piano…or the radio...?”, he asked.

“It’s the stereo”, I told him. Validation, I thought to myself.

“I like Beethoven”, he grinned.

The sun was setting on a beautiful Southern California evening.
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Jmcgrogan
I've forgotten Jenna's address where she hangs out and just can't remember what she likes!!! A little help please!!! Her openness is intriguing!!!
05-02-10: Sonicbeauty writes:
We seem to forget that these forums are for public readership - and public criticism also -
I am not forgetting. I am criticising your behaviour.

Regards,
05-02-10: Sonicbeauty writes:

We seem to forget that these forums are for public readership - and public criticism also -

I am not forgetting. I am criticising your behaviour.

Regards,

Touche!

This exchange somehow reminds me of a line from one of my favorite films.

Grant, I get where you're coming from, and I think most here probably do, regardless of semantics. Our hobby is basically solo..rather isolating and separatist otherwise. More often than not it can be the subject of ridicule, probably because most people listen to and enjoy music, but not many take it to the extremes that many here do. So it is nice when someone from the "outside" actually gets it. I guess it can feel like a connection, or that you've contributed something to someone's experience, or opened them up to another possibility.
I think sometimes we're so close to our systems, and we polished and re-polished the gem so many times we don't recognize the luster.

The comment from the guy at my door provided fresh ears. He heard music approaching reality to the degree he had to ask if it was real. Frankly, his initial assumption was that it was real. I believe what caused him to second guess himself was the size of our living room, which is not large enough to conceal a piano from the view of someone standing at the front door.
"...."we polish and re-polish the gem so many times we don't recognize the luster"

Oh yeh!~ That's why outsiders think we are nuts. :-)

In my experience though, some times the phrase could use a substitution of the words turd and stink for gem and luster.

But I wish I had a nickel for every time I've rested and thought 'this is so good I can't imagine how it could be improved'. And that thought lasts as long as it takes for me to find a way. Thank god it's fun, otherwise this compulsion would drive us whacko.
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