逢聲音響電器行

Every sound comes alive I stayed at the sound of every sound for two years, and there lived a unique boss. The audio he played was not measured by price, because it had exceeded the original value of millions and tens of millions. He used his attitude to Tuning, he uses his expertise to assemble, and his life experience to pursue the purity and essence of music instead of being played by music and equipment. Sound is not so much an art as it is an artist's tool. How to use vinyl, CD, and computers to create the ultimate sound, and how to restore the integrity and presence of the material? Technology is the standard, but when the sound is heard, it will become the repeated metaphysical torture of inking back and forth. Isn't the exquisitely crafted original machine brand expensive? It's the intricate machines, circuits, tubes, speakers, power supplies, mechanical vibrations... ever-changing physical factors, mixed with the feelings, tastes, and self-cultivation delivered by your ears... and other abstract chemical reactions that finally return to your life. The decades-old proof of Brother Fengsheng’s life proves Feng Shengsheng. I watched the back of Brother Shengsheng for two years. Whenever he looked back to make tea, brewed a cup of coffee to a friend, he twisted a cigarette, occasionally drew a cigar, and said his beliefs, flooding the listener like water. The ears of the Westminster Abbey, the Westminster horn from the rear emits high-pressure symphony, vocal, classical, pop, Chinese music... and other various collections. He seems like a conductor instructing his audio equipment, giving others a kind of The shock at the scene, the flood finally receded, returning to his thin body. He silently took a sip of cigarettes and sips of tea. The viewers praised him and the listeners sighed unmatched. The flattery and sympathy of his friends brought emptiness. In the end, I was always left alone, continuing to look at his lonely back, and continue to adjust his never-ending sound. Brother Liang, BYE is gone, I will leave first. This is the last word I say to him, because I know that his room is the most upscale cell in the world, and it is also his exclusive life. the way. What have I learned from him in the past two years? After deducting the combination of my computer's professionalism and his audio, what is left is the enlightenment of my life and the salvation of my brain... After all, no one of my brothers owes anyone? The only shortcoming is that not too many people understand what we are doing? Therefore, I presented an article to Brother Liang. This is not to say goodbye, but to let others see through words: There are two neuroses in this world that often make noises, eating hamburgers, lighting a cigarette, and smoking a cigar , Chatting, watching, doing some work that people can't enjoy in this life. The article should come to an end. If I have to come to a conclusion, my hope for the past two years is to give people who don’t know the beginning of a sound contact, but do you really understand us? Continue... Text / I'm Every Voice Sounds / Huang Tianjun