Thanks everyone for your thoughts. It's nice to know I'm not alone in this, and that if I keep tinkering, I might get over the hump and really enjoy music again, and not just on my laptop.
My sanity has never been more in question than of late, as I run around my room placing cushions, blankets, coats, and styrofoam-filled boxes around the room... using a mirror and flashlight to find the first reflection points. And then I waltz around clapping my hands and listening to the slap echo. Wouldn't you know, it's at its worst right where my speakers are, and where they have to be, given the room setup.
Even more disturbing, I've taken to rapping the walls with my knuckles, exclaiming: "Did you hear that? You hear that ringing?" My walls have steel studs, rather than the usual wooden 2x4's, and I am convinced I can hear them ringing out when sonic pressure waves hit the drywall. (Honest1: you're right, my clock radio can't ring those studs.)
I've also been listening in the cold, because the heater has a fan that really bugs me. I bundle up and enjoy the blacker audio blacks with a cup of hot tea.
When the fridge is running, I also get stressed out, trying to discern details in the music. I pause my playback until it cycles off -- which makes me quite conscious of making the most of each time I open the fridge door.
Part of the problem is that I have had some truly rapturous listening experiences, where I was just trasported out my ordinary day-to-day life. Typically, these happen late at night, when my own audiotory system is hyper sensitive and the background -- electrical and sonic -- is silent. Once I listened to the "Tuba Mirum" from Mozart's Requiem (Netherlands Bach Society SACD) and felt more immediacy, more emotional response, than I have at live performances of the same piece. Evgeny Kissin's Rachmaninoff Etudes, Murray Periah's Chopin Etudes, van Cliburn's Tschaikovsky Concerto. I have thrilled to each of these. And it's hard to have that kind of glorious experience again and again. You acclimate, and demand better.
Well, I am getting some new Revels soon, and also moving to a new apartment, hopefully with better acoustics. Everthing sounds bad in my current place; I can hardly listen to my own voice. If those things don't work, I'm going to try tube gear, and mabye vinyl. If that doesn't work either, I'll be back on Audiogon asking for your help. If need be, I'll hire the Rives Audio people to advise on treating my place. I'm not giving up. And if I ever buy anything with a Bose name on it, so help me...
My sanity has never been more in question than of late, as I run around my room placing cushions, blankets, coats, and styrofoam-filled boxes around the room... using a mirror and flashlight to find the first reflection points. And then I waltz around clapping my hands and listening to the slap echo. Wouldn't you know, it's at its worst right where my speakers are, and where they have to be, given the room setup.
Even more disturbing, I've taken to rapping the walls with my knuckles, exclaiming: "Did you hear that? You hear that ringing?" My walls have steel studs, rather than the usual wooden 2x4's, and I am convinced I can hear them ringing out when sonic pressure waves hit the drywall. (Honest1: you're right, my clock radio can't ring those studs.)
I've also been listening in the cold, because the heater has a fan that really bugs me. I bundle up and enjoy the blacker audio blacks with a cup of hot tea.
When the fridge is running, I also get stressed out, trying to discern details in the music. I pause my playback until it cycles off -- which makes me quite conscious of making the most of each time I open the fridge door.
Part of the problem is that I have had some truly rapturous listening experiences, where I was just trasported out my ordinary day-to-day life. Typically, these happen late at night, when my own audiotory system is hyper sensitive and the background -- electrical and sonic -- is silent. Once I listened to the "Tuba Mirum" from Mozart's Requiem (Netherlands Bach Society SACD) and felt more immediacy, more emotional response, than I have at live performances of the same piece. Evgeny Kissin's Rachmaninoff Etudes, Murray Periah's Chopin Etudes, van Cliburn's Tschaikovsky Concerto. I have thrilled to each of these. And it's hard to have that kind of glorious experience again and again. You acclimate, and demand better.
Well, I am getting some new Revels soon, and also moving to a new apartment, hopefully with better acoustics. Everthing sounds bad in my current place; I can hardly listen to my own voice. If those things don't work, I'm going to try tube gear, and mabye vinyl. If that doesn't work either, I'll be back on Audiogon asking for your help. If need be, I'll hire the Rives Audio people to advise on treating my place. I'm not giving up. And if I ever buy anything with a Bose name on it, so help me...