Post by Slomen on Jun 24, 2014 19:52:14 GMT
I actually saved one thing from the old ohpeewon-GAS thread. Cannot remember who posted it, but it is a good explanation of Gear Acquisition Syndrome:
"...it is Gear Acquisition Syndrome. To be honest you can actually label it as a real psychological condition especially musicians suffer under. A lust for new gear that rivals a zombie's lust for brains.
You can better compare it as a man who just likes some "strange" on the side. You will have your go-to girl(s) and a solid streak of women you screw around with and leave and some you keep around.
Example...... OP-1 is this dainty petite peppy smart but quirky girl with whom you can screw around with anywhere any time AND she is from Sweden. You love her but eating the same dish everyday can be boring. And then you see EMX, who is this balls to the walls raver chick. You take her on the side, you know, some "strange". We all crave for it. But after a few months you kind of get tired of her bouncing up and down constantly, man does she ever sleep?. I mean she is built 'n all that but her vocab which is limited to "XTC!" "Whooohoo" and "glowsticks-glowsticks-glowsticks" starts to bore you. So you kinda pimp her off to some other guy. Then you hear this sexy voice, its kinda retro looking woman, but tasteful, not like those bloody hipsters. She is well versed and omg she is picture perfect. She drags you into the bathroom throws down a "line" on the toilet cover....my god, you feel as if you are in Miami Vice..... . You ask her name and she says Jupiter-8, you're totally smitten. Fastforward a few months. You love your OP-1 and Jupiter-8, but everyday is kinda the same. You are on the hunt again. You meet this utter trailer trash chick, even her name is trailer trash...Monotron..... what mother calls her kid Monotron. She has a permanent blank stare and has a kind of wonky eye. You never know which eye to look at, but you don't mind the change of pace, better yet, you welcome it.....Fast forward 3 weeks........And this keeps on repeating and repeating and repeating. You end up feeling like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day without the ending.
Does that answer your question? Or am I now just creeping you out?"
"...it is Gear Acquisition Syndrome. To be honest you can actually label it as a real psychological condition especially musicians suffer under. A lust for new gear that rivals a zombie's lust for brains.
You can better compare it as a man who just likes some "strange" on the side. You will have your go-to girl(s) and a solid streak of women you screw around with and leave and some you keep around.
Example...... OP-1 is this dainty petite peppy smart but quirky girl with whom you can screw around with anywhere any time AND she is from Sweden. You love her but eating the same dish everyday can be boring. And then you see EMX, who is this balls to the walls raver chick. You take her on the side, you know, some "strange". We all crave for it. But after a few months you kind of get tired of her bouncing up and down constantly, man does she ever sleep?. I mean she is built 'n all that but her vocab which is limited to "XTC!" "Whooohoo" and "glowsticks-glowsticks-glowsticks" starts to bore you. So you kinda pimp her off to some other guy. Then you hear this sexy voice, its kinda retro looking woman, but tasteful, not like those bloody hipsters. She is well versed and omg she is picture perfect. She drags you into the bathroom throws down a "line" on the toilet cover....my god, you feel as if you are in Miami Vice..... . You ask her name and she says Jupiter-8, you're totally smitten. Fastforward a few months. You love your OP-1 and Jupiter-8, but everyday is kinda the same. You are on the hunt again. You meet this utter trailer trash chick, even her name is trailer trash...Monotron..... what mother calls her kid Monotron. She has a permanent blank stare and has a kind of wonky eye. You never know which eye to look at, but you don't mind the change of pace, better yet, you welcome it.....Fast forward 3 weeks........And this keeps on repeating and repeating and repeating. You end up feeling like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day without the ending.
Does that answer your question? Or am I now just creeping you out?"
