![]() ![]() You can watch your kids discover everything in the world you've tried to save them from. You can watch your wife get old and bored. There are worse things than finding your wife and child dead.Someone's always spraying the air with their mood. The smell tastes like oranges and gasoline With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. No one wants to admit we're addicted to music.We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time.You put in foul language and come down hard on each cussword. You drop the melody line, and shout the lyrics. ![]() You stomp the competition with the bass line. This is the arms race of sound You don't win with a lot of treble. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up your music to hide the noise.These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead. Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. ![]() The muffled thunder of dialogue comes through the walls, then a chorus of laughter.Even Sound and light can only go so fast. Even live television is postponed a couple seconds. Every play-by-play description on the radio, the home runs and strikeouts, even that's delayed a few minutes. ![]()
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