sound quality

MY SPEAKERS ARE HERE!!!!! Oh, my GOD the sound quality. For 2 years i've been listening to music from the built-in speakers on my laptop, which granted are not bad for laptop speakers, but that's not saying a whole heap of much. I should tear myself away from my desk and go to the gym (4x 8 min on the ergo at 28 spm is today's prescribed workout plus 4K warmup and 2K cool down), but Art Garfunkel's voice is carrying me off to an ethereal other world. God that man's voice. It's softer than warm snowflakes and lighter than a feather in orbit; it slides in my ears and out every folicle in my scalp, blowing though my hair like a moist march breeze and caressing my eyelashes. God that man's voice. For the first time I can hear not just the consonants as he sings, but I can actually hear the movements of his mouth; the slightly aspirated ts, the click of his tongue at the back of his throat when he forms a k, my god i can hear his moist lips part after an m. Sweet, sweet, Art: sing to me, baby. Make love to my ears, my heart, my soul.