"paul packer" wrote in message
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On Mon, 29 May 2006 23:01:59 -0400, "soundhaspriority"
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"flatfish+++" wrote in message
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On Fri, 26 May 2006 17:16:51 -0400, Robert Morein wrote:


I like the Sony MDR-EX71S. They come with three sizes of ear tips and
provide good isolation and are comfortable. I think they sound great.
You
can get them for around $30.00 usually.

Regards,

-- Doug

Thanks, Doug. I think I'll go for them.

I agree with Doug, go for the Sonys.
I generally don't like the feel of earbud type phones (iPod etc) but
these
are very comfortable and like Doug says they do sound great, at least he
and I think so smile!
BTW as a native NY'er I think your project is kool...!

Thanks! Today, Memorial Day, I walked another 15 miles in Manhattan
looking
for buskers. I got a terrific guitar/bass ensemble down on Spring Street.
Found nothing in Bryant Park, so I recorded the carousel, just for fun.
Then
back down to Korea Town for a repast, then into Penn Station where I
grabbed
a chocolate mousse cupcake, and back up to 42nd. Musicians like to hang
out
in the big open area in front of the S. Met an African drummer in a
corridor, and we bonded

You sure he'll be right for you, Robert? Sometimes love at first sight
doesn't work in the long term.

This is how we bonded: He declined to be recorded, but offered me a free CD.
I replied, "No, I'll buy it." He opened up a bit, told me about his artistic
endeavors in multiple areas, his dedication to his music, and his desire to
create a composite piece with his African drums, and a violin, and other
instruments. I do not dream as a musician, but accepted what he said with
the same hope that he had, and I resolved to try to put some people
together. In this case, I'm acting as a facilitator of art. Being the
recordist gives me the presence at the moment of creation. Some call this
the "best seat in the house."

I once put together a film project walking down Manhattan streets. I never
thought of myself as a salesman, yet I found that under once circumstance, I
could sell. The currency is work, and the product is hope; hope for mutual
advancement by rising far above mediocrity. It is hard to rise high enough,
but for the most part, people understand that.