Fellow Brothers of the Fellowship of the Blue Lights, you are seeking murth, where only Blue with surfice, Greg Gold is such a materialistic trait, you know in your heart of hearts, that BLUE has no equal, no peer, no pedistal tall enough, no stack of M*n* could ever equate to the House of Blue Light (Passable ablum, but do check out Mad Dog & Mitiz dupree)
For I say unto you' Let us rock' bathed in the glory of blue light, we shall over come, the mountain of mediaoracy that is just hifi and travel further, faster into the unknown, bring the BLUE light to those poor unfortunate souls, who's every day hum drum lives are affected by souless, tuneless and downright bland sound reproduction. Brothers the way is clear, the way is BLUE.