At the outset let me clarify that the DSP mentioned above is not the DSP Black, which as a healthy substitute for blood courses through our veins. It is plain and simple Digital Signal Processing.
Why an ode? Let's see, shall we.
Last week I read a review of Paris Hilton's album, Paris, in the Express. The byline of that review said "Amazon.com". So I go to Amazon.com. There were about 250 reviews of Paris on that site. I read about 25 customer reviews and of course the spotlight reviews. They ranged from bitter to sarcastic with some very funny ones thrown in-between. But not one of them showed the album in positive light.
Who cares for reviews anymore? I wasn't satisfied with just the reviews. I now had to listen to her sing. Enter YouTube. The connection was decent and the video played without interruptions. After the video I sit back and this thought flashes by me. "That must have been some recording equipment". Really, I want to work for the company which made that marvel of a signal processing equipment. That marvel which transformed the very voice that grunted "That's hot" at every possible drop of a hat to the voice that sang "Stars are blind".
2 comments:
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shut up bitch. get out of my way. i can't see the TV.
what a bond! it's a wonder something that seems so abstract in class with arbit mathematical calculations can be such a powerful tool.. all the best for ur sashay into the world of the technogawds.. prefer watching from the sidelines, though..
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