Cum on Feel the Noize

I haven't had a stereo in six years. My last stereo died my last year in school, after trying to process one too many beer-splattered Dave Matthews CDs, and after that, since I was heading straight to New York with a duffel bag filled with books and clothes, I went without. A Discman and some crappy double-A powered mini-speakers supplied my music. It was tough, but we do what we can with the tools we're given. I survived. It didn't hurt that my roommate worked for Sony Pictures long enough to acquire a living-room stereo system that could shatter bone matter to powder.

Then I moved to Brooklyn, and listened to music on a small boombox that wouldn't even fit on your shoulder. Take it to the beach, and people would kick sand in your face. This thing couldn't shatter sugar cubes. But it did okay.

Now, with the introduction of this, and this, I have taken a quantum leap forward in the field of home audio entertainment. My desktop computer, which has long since become the repository for more than half the CDs I own (which is saying a lot, as I probably own close to a thousand), has failed miserably as a home stereo system, due to its less-than-central location in the office at the back of the house. But now, through the introduction of Airport Express and the bona-fide miracle of wireless technology, music will flow through my house like the Santa Ana winds, transmitted from my computer, through my Airport Base Station, to the Airport Express, then digitally transfered via optical cable to one kick-ass home theater system, before which I can sit and bask in 750-watt 5.1 stereo surround sound.

Now, if I can figure out a way to control the whole shebang with my laptop, I'll be all set.