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Part 1: The initial associations…

(last year CES 2005 at  http://www.goodsoundclub.com/TreeItem.aspx?PostID=484)

The CES 2006 was as usually, probably slightly worst then usual subqualified level, somewhere under the bottom of my always foolishly optimistic expectations. It is ease to complain about the audio show at CES….Still, this trip to CES I eventually got a feeling settling the CES in my perception.

The CES is a strip joint. Not practically an upscale strip-joint but a little stinky and obnoxious tittie-shop. You found yourself in a boring place during a boring time and drifted into a local “gentlemen club”. You are starching on a comfortable couch, smoking the biggest and strongest Cohaba ever produced. You are somewhat at the 3/5 of the cigar and this loud music has already do not bother you as you are deep into your Cohaba’s trip. You are high on your sigar and your mind is wondering across the peripheral of your awareness wondering why Ernestine refused to embrace quantum mechanic…. A semi-naked girl is dancing. Perhaps under a different conditions her artistry would attract you but now your “Cohabanised Ernestine” is something that fascinates you more. You give to her a dollar, or a twenty or a hundred, completely without caring what she did and how much she would get paid. You do not care about her. She does not bother you. You do not need her, eat least now and you both keep a mutually comfortable distance form each other, still you wish to keep her “warm and running somewhere nearby” and therefore you are feeding her with cash… How much this strip-club and this girl worth to you of subtract the Cohaba’s smoke and the comfortable sofa? At this time it cost for you not more then a strip bar tip – namely a buck or two. In your mind you give a tip to that girl not because the quality of her service but because she happen to be there when you happened smoked your sigar… Hey, this is her work place, you must pay if you use it, so, you juts rent it out and use it in the way you happen to prefer…

The irony is that the Hi-End CES show is absolutely identical where all vendors and participants are juts the employee of one big erotic entertainment sweatshop. They sit in their rooms, chaise the visitors, attracting them with their lap-dances. Any person with healthy awareness clearly understand the artificiality of the events and never confuse it with Realty, would it be the Realty of being pleased with female body or with the realty of real Audio.  A dance of a strip-girl or the dance of the hi-fi manufactures, representative and the dealers is just a routine of amusements and it worth as much as it cost – laterally a dolor. They jump, scream, wave you with different particles of own body, they puff themselves up, they try to express your affection to you… and perhaps they succeed (or you can make them believe that they did)… if you’re not be smoking you Cohuba during their striping. So far, those strip-audio professionals worth to you juts a few bucks that you pay to them in order them do not bother you….

A reader, who have read up to here, would ask: “So, Romy was the CES good?” I do not know how to answer as I do not remember the show. I remember a wonderful taste of the Cohuba’s smoke. I remember the fractions of the naked legs and breasts mixed with assurance that the only best parts were used to assemble something… I remember the ignorant but arrogant statements that were not backed up by anything tangible or demonstratable. I remembers how adults and generally smart people converted themselves into voluptuary idiots when they were running their leaps speaking about audio. I remember the reference points of the 11 years old teenagers were presented as the Mecca of human audio development. I remember the strip-club music was played on $200.000 installations and I remember that the entire hi-fi industry that was dancing nearby, naked and unrequested…. nearby where I smoke my Cohaba.

So, what was the CES 2006?  With a next few days I will surmise very-very briefly my observations but I doubt that I will be able to say more then I have said already. Whoever I have seen and heard in Vegas was as fascinating as the few bucks that you give to a naked women, the naked women who just happen to be near you when you were at the 3/5 of your cigar….

To be continue….
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