Growing up, my uncle played jazz on the stereo in his workshop and in the car on trips to New England.
It’s a driver of my life-long love for music. A step on the journey to so many hours learning from you all about how to get better sound. Thank you for that.
My uncle died in 2015.
His dad taught woodworking to high schoolers. Supposedly the Adirondack Chair is his design, but that’s not confirmed. We have furniture he built all over the house. A bedroom set made of Wormy Chestnut that’s now extinct. I imagine him shaping the wood with his hand tools that are up in the attic now. Granddad died a year before I was born.
My dad died a few years ago. He always wanted to make things perfect. He got the best score in the country on the “hands” part of the entry exam to dental school. Such careful attention to the details. Rest in peace.
Lots of great thoughts from you all about what it all means. The quality of experience resonates with me. For my family too, I think. Being fully present with well reproduced music is part of that for me. Appreciate you all being a part, too.