The Joe Walsh Effect

A. H. Moser & Cie.

Endeavour Concept

Minute Repeater, h-moser.com, $365,000 in either red gold or titanium. B. The Moser’s handwound caliber, shown in all its glitzy glory. WATCHES ARE GENERALLY polite little objects, quiet except for the movement’s whispering tick tick tick. Some watches, however, are not content to remain hushed.

This H. Moser & Cie. belongs to a class of watches called minute repeaters, which, in addition to visual indicators like hour and minute hands, can signal time audibly via tiny chimes. At the press of a button on the case’s flank, the timepiece relays the hours, quarter hours, and minutes with a cheerful progression of dings. It’s complicated to achieve without a computer chip. As such, among many watch enthusiasts, the minute repeater is considered the pinnacle of mechanical watchmaking.

Moser puts that mastery on display here. Mechanically actuated hammers strike the minute repeater’s small gongs, as the company calls them. The hammers are the bits that look like a pair of polished steel antlers at the watch’s 10 o’clock position. Notice the gongs, those thin coils of metal curling around the outside of the dial. The design of the gong and hammers separates one minute repeater from another, as do a slew of other variables, like case material and movement architecture. But at its core, the minute repeater is designed to tickle that most unlikely tool for telling time: your ears.

THIS WATCH ALLOWS YOU TO TELL TIME WITH YOUR EARS.

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R AC E R ’ S M U S I C

Mick Schumacher, 23, F1 “I listen to different genres depending on my mood. Rascal Flatts, ‘Life Is a Highway. ’ Away from the track, I’m slowly learning to play the guitar, and ‘Stairway to Heaven’ by Led Zeppelin is one of the songs I’m really trying hard to master. There’s some Tame Impala, Frank Ocean, and Giveon in there as well—they’re artists I listen to a lot at the moment and keep hitting repeat. ‘It Wasn’t Me’ by Shaggy. It should feature on everyone’s playlist—a classic!”

THE JOE WALSH EFFECT

ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS SHOUT-OUTS TO A CAR IN A SONG LYRIC HELPED MASERATI THROUGH SOME VERY LEAN TIMES.

R AC E R ’ S M U S I C

Lando Norris, 23, F1 “I listen to more chilled-out music with low intensity before a race; it helps me relax. In my free time, I’ve recently started DJing. I’m still new to it, but I love it and get to meet some great people. I’ve met DJs like Marshmello and Zedd, but Martin Garrix got me my first DJ set, so I owe it to him. ”

ETTER THAN THE BEACH BOYS’ boasts about that deuce coupe. More casual swag than Rick Ross’s shine on the Maybach. Bolder than Beck’s clumsy Lothario taking his shot with a Hyundai. Even Prince’s deft moves on a hard-to-handle Chevy somehow fall short of the sheer torque created by Joe Walsh’s nonchalant FM-radio brag about an underdog Italian sports car.

“My Maserati does one eighty-five, ” Joe Walsh sings on “Life’s Been Good. ” These were not lyrics that needed to be deciphered or deconstructed. They were facts, a plain-spoken accounting of the louche life of a late-century rock ’n’ roll hedonist.

“I lost my license, ” he continued (on the carbon-slim chance that you can’t sing along at home), “now I don’t drive. ” The song lingered on the Billboard charts for several months in 1978, earning rock-canon status and perpetual FM rotation that remains pervasive today. It was also the rare pop-cultural marketing windfall with enough forza to save a struggling automaker.

In 1978, Joe Walsh climbed from the wreckage of the Eagles long enough to release a fourminute memoir that painted a picture of a luxe,