I have achieved a state of bliss.
pure unadulterated perfect bliss.
Seriously, though, when I first put them on and queued up passing by… I cried. real tears, big drops of salty joy drowning the world. tears for the clarity. the crispness. the gorgeous resonance. I can’t even form words with my mouth anymore. the only thing that’s better than getting what you want is getting what you want and not be bitterly, typically disappointed but instead surprised, delighted, tickled pink, uplifted, relieved, rewarded, comforted, inspired.
sure, I didn’t need them, I didn’t need them, I know this, but I wanted them, friends. I wanted them with a fierce and overwhelming intensity. it was sick, really, how bad I had it, how I thought about them at night, in bed, craving and aching and pining. I would be embarrassed about it, if I wasn’t so goddamned obsessed.
now I have them, right here in my hands, in my ears. cjm owns the greatest pair of headphones to ever exist. I’ve always wished I could have tiny speakers in my head, pumping my whole body full of music, turning each one of my blood cells into little dancing ecstasy-soaked ravers.
G bought them for me. for my birthday. he listened to me. and he took his first paycheck and bought them for me, surprised me with it. he never buys me anything, and he certainly never buys me anything that uses up so many dollars. he took his very own money and bought me my precious. See, all it takes to make me love you is expensive gifts. who knew?!
ulrich schnauss, you have never sounded better. these headphones were made for you. and you, fight club soundtrack. and you neko case. and you amy winehouse. and you nick warren. and you sasha. and you wilco and radiohead and jeff buckley and beethoven and every single song.
all of my love, all of my love, to you, shure se530s. all of my love.
