The dumbest stereo experience ever!


Hello all. I went through a divorce 20 years ago. I really needed to convert some equipment into cash. I sold amongst other things my prized Sony TC 880-2 open reel recorder. I had a lengthy conversation with the buyer typical of us lovers of gear. I told him my situation and he said he would sell it back to me when I got backĀ on my feet down the road. OK, fair enough. I lost track of him as this was pre Audiogon. I managed to locate him five years later. Someone informed me that he had 125 open reel decks and his wife wouldn't let him buy any more. (terrible woman!) I got him on the phone and after another lengthy chat I asked him if I could buy it back. He didn't want to sell it back as he said he didn't evenĀ have time to play with it yet. OK, I thought; I'm a horse trader. SURELY I have some bargaining power. I have many studio open reel tapes. I could trade him some of them plus cash in exchange for the Sony back. I asked him what kind of music he listened to. Here is what he said "Oh, I don't listen to music. I just like to watch the reels go around". I was dumbfounded. I told him to have a nice day and I hung up the phone. Can anyone top this one? Joe
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Better than Armour All - For me, I had just picked up the new release of Iron Butterfly's Inagadadavida. Hey, I was 15 years old! My mom used to follow me around with a vacuum cleaner, so one of those moms. I had left the album on my turntable and ate some lunch. When I got back to my room the album was missing, and I found it put back in its cover. I put it back on and played it, and all of a sudden, pop, tick-pop, tick-pop...What the f**k? WHO SCRATCHED MY RECORD? Mom, said nothing, and I stormed out of my apartment.

Okay, I compose myself and come back home. I walk in and there's my mom with a big smile on her face! Kenny...Kenny, it was my fault about your record getting scratched, but you have to learn to put your things away, mom said. Don't be upset, because I fixed your record. I said, what do you mean, and took out the album. There was this stuff all over it, and I shouted, you can't fix a record scratch. Mom said, yes you can because I sprayed it with Pledge and that removes scratches!

From that day forward, I have always put my records back when I'm done with them. Another lesson learned from Mom.
Kenny