On one of my days off I decided to re-organise our lounge; I had a pair of Sony TL-140 speakers which are... inconvenient. They’re big, they make lots of noise, and they don’t sound horrible, which is fine, so far as it goes, but at the better part of a metre and a half tall they require a chunk of floor space to stand up, and that floor space is at a premium; moreover, since we don’t really crank music up especially loud in there (unless Maire is having other musos around) it seems a bit of a waste, really.
So away they went, and I rolled in a pair of nice wee bookshelf speakers from downstairs that were both criminally underused, and, frankly, way too small for the room they were in. They fit, on the other hand, perfectly in the dining room.
The most interesting thing about the whole shuffle, though, is not the way the room is now infinitely more pleasant and usable, but in order to see that the speakers were OK for the room I sat down and listened to a few albums the whole way through, which is something I haven’t done for a while, for the most part; in the era of mix-and-matching piles of FLACs, and listening to music while working or playing games or whatnot, it’s been a long time since I’ve just sat in a room, queued up a CD, and listened the whole way through, and man it was nice. Really, really nice.
