Hello, my name is pete, and I'm a vinylholic.
It's been 4 years since I heard tubes and vinyl.
Back then I lived very close to a guy who had the mother of all tube/vinyl systems. We sat in the sweet spot and listened to music. It was not like these "audio club" meetings where everybody talks about the gear so nobody gets to listen to music.
But he was a dealer and his system was so much better than anything I ever heard at Soundex or Overture I found it impossible to visit without rationalizing ways to convince the wife how reasonable it is to own an auxillary high-pressure compressor on a cement pad outside the listening room wall for a record player that spun on a 75 psi air bearing and cost more than a BS from Penn State; and a set of class A tubed mono blocks that need a constant stream of water to keep them from burning the listening room to the ground and required dedicated 13kilavolt 6-nines copper powerlines strung directly from a PECO substation. I think I lost her when I told her we needed to bore holes in the living room wall so I could discharge the spent cooling water into the garden.
I joined a 12-step program and gave control of my life to a higher power (my wife). The kids' 509 plan is intact.
I am powerless over tubes and vinyl.
If anyone lives way way out in the NW suburbs, does SACD or CD, likes simple, pure, acoustic piano, guitar, vocals, classic jazz, with occasional outbursts of intense hard-core 60's-70's rock & roll, I'm there. Please have pity on me and leave the vinyl out of sight.
It's been 4 years since I heard tubes and vinyl.
Back then I lived very close to a guy who had the mother of all tube/vinyl systems. We sat in the sweet spot and listened to music. It was not like these "audio club" meetings where everybody talks about the gear so nobody gets to listen to music.
But he was a dealer and his system was so much better than anything I ever heard at Soundex or Overture I found it impossible to visit without rationalizing ways to convince the wife how reasonable it is to own an auxillary high-pressure compressor on a cement pad outside the listening room wall for a record player that spun on a 75 psi air bearing and cost more than a BS from Penn State; and a set of class A tubed mono blocks that need a constant stream of water to keep them from burning the listening room to the ground and required dedicated 13kilavolt 6-nines copper powerlines strung directly from a PECO substation. I think I lost her when I told her we needed to bore holes in the living room wall so I could discharge the spent cooling water into the garden.
I joined a 12-step program and gave control of my life to a higher power (my wife). The kids' 509 plan is intact.
I am powerless over tubes and vinyl.
If anyone lives way way out in the NW suburbs, does SACD or CD, likes simple, pure, acoustic piano, guitar, vocals, classic jazz, with occasional outbursts of intense hard-core 60's-70's rock & roll, I'm there. Please have pity on me and leave the vinyl out of sight.