It's my dads' fault.
In 1955-56 (?) my dad set-up a mono radio (on the ironing board), and we all sat between it and the TV, to watch/listen to Ed Sullivan broadcast a "stereo" television program. One of the sounds was Sputnik crossing between the speakers.
In 1963 he got a Sony reel-to-reel from Japan, through an uncle that was in the Merchant Marine. The sound was (in my memory) amazing. I have great memories of Camelot and My Fair Lady tapes. My mom used to put a tape of Suza Marches on, crank up the volume, and clean the house like a woman possessed.
In high school, I installed a 4-track in my car. Tape availability lasted about 15 minutes, which led to an 8-track, which led to cassette.
In the Army, I had the best system in the barracks. Gerrard turntable, and Pioneer receiver and speakers. Deep down I'm still mad at that SOB that put the cigarette burn mark, in the plastic dust cover.
In college I was relagated to OP's (other peoples), but started collecting albums.
After college, I married a university schlorship trained, professional opera singer, with perfect pitch, who had no interest in listening to music. Indeed, she had/has not the slightest clue what music can do to, and for, a person. She did have the remarkable ability to spend every penney I ever made, often before I made them. Twentyfive years of silence followed my voluntary enslavement.
Now free, I am building a system, listening to great music, and enjoying every minute of it.
In 1955-56 (?) my dad set-up a mono radio (on the ironing board), and we all sat between it and the TV, to watch/listen to Ed Sullivan broadcast a "stereo" television program. One of the sounds was Sputnik crossing between the speakers.
In 1963 he got a Sony reel-to-reel from Japan, through an uncle that was in the Merchant Marine. The sound was (in my memory) amazing. I have great memories of Camelot and My Fair Lady tapes. My mom used to put a tape of Suza Marches on, crank up the volume, and clean the house like a woman possessed.
In high school, I installed a 4-track in my car. Tape availability lasted about 15 minutes, which led to an 8-track, which led to cassette.
In the Army, I had the best system in the barracks. Gerrard turntable, and Pioneer receiver and speakers. Deep down I'm still mad at that SOB that put the cigarette burn mark, in the plastic dust cover.
In college I was relagated to OP's (other peoples), but started collecting albums.
After college, I married a university schlorship trained, professional opera singer, with perfect pitch, who had no interest in listening to music. Indeed, she had/has not the slightest clue what music can do to, and for, a person. She did have the remarkable ability to spend every penney I ever made, often before I made them. Twentyfive years of silence followed my voluntary enslavement.
Now free, I am building a system, listening to great music, and enjoying every minute of it.