ABOUT TUNED UP
WHERE MUSIC IS EXPERIENCED.
We live in a day and age where music is less about listening to it and more about experiencing it.
I AM TUNED UP exists to put the spotlight on entities that are embracing this philosophy. A funky new technology that enhances the listening experience? You’ll find that. A distinguished artist going with the ebbs and flows of the changing industry? You’ll find coverage of that. Rising artists and figures hard at work to build an exciting and unique listening experience? We cover them, definitely. Creative marketing schemes from groundbreaking artists? Of course.
WHAT YOU WON’T FIND ON OUR SITE:
Reviews of mediocre / half-serious artists – we only review those whom are serious about their craft, and good at it. All the better if they are poised to make a big impact in their scene(s) in the near future.
Copy and Paste press releases or general summaries of press releases.
Reports on any old band drama / news – lots of sites exist already that report on new record releases, tour announcements, and whose van got broken into last night. We only report on something like this if we feel its relevant to the artist in question’s entire scene or the music industry as a whole.
I, the founder of this site, am hearing impaired. Ironic? Yeah. I don’t think about it too much, as my impairment does not impede (in my opinion) my enjoyment of the subject. Anyway, awhile back I wrote a piece addressing this irony. Here it is:
Everyone I know realizes I’m a music geek. It takes awhile for most to realize that I am technically hard of hearing.
My parents didn’t always know I was this way. When I was little, the fact that I acted oddly in social settings, for instance preferring to retreat to the book corner in 1st grade rather than be out with the other kids led my parents and teachers to believe something was awry. This led to a plethora of tests and meetings with doctors and psychological specialists, all of which in my ignorance I thought nothing of. Finally, one of my uncles, a radiologist, suggested to my parents that my hearing be tested. Sure enough, moderate hearing loss was found in my left ear and mild hearing loss was found in my right ear.
I’ll never forget the day I first wore hearing aids, these ugly, tan things I wore behind the ear. I distinctly remember stepping outside the clinic that evening and being enthralled of the richness of the atmosphere just created by the traffic. I think this was a prelude to my unusual appreciation of the organized auditory pulses the general public calls music.
You may be wondering what the world sounds like to my naked ears. To be honest, not a whole lot different from when I am wearing aids. Due to the imbalance of hearing ability, my left ear sometimes feels plugged up, and I have the urge to take the imaginary thing keeping my hearing from being in balance out. I can hear most sounds fine, but I have trouble with certain frequencies. When it comes to human speech, I can converse pretty normally without aid but occassionally if one’s voice hits a certain frequency, and I’m not right there next to them it can sound like they’re muttering under their breath and I have to say “What?” many times. If I plug my right ear and try to listen to the world just with my left, my range of hearing narrows significantly. Generally, the higher the frequency the easier I can hear it with the left ear but I can appreciate a few lower sounds as well. I think this is why one of my favorite aspects of concerts is being able to feel the bass right in my chest. Of course, listening to music really loud also seems to even things out to a point where I can hear things at nearly their full richness. I actually prefer listening to music without hearing aids. I can appreciate the bass and richness better without, as when I am wearing them their technology causes them to constantly adjust their “focus” to speech-like sounds, making the music sound rather discombobulated. That, and at concerts aids are unnecessary. Besides, if I did wear them I would be worried about the decibel level overwhelming the tiny microphones.
My “disability,” if you will (even though I don’t really feel like it is one) has caused me to appreciate music in a unique way. I trust that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and that this is not an accident.