When my SF-Line 1 and I called it quits, I replaced her with a Levinson 380S. Contrary to some people on this site, I prefer to keep the sordid and deeply painful personal filth of my life to myself. So when I say about her that "...parting is such sweet sorrow", you can just call me an incurable romantic and leave it at that.
I jumped right into the Levinson, my wife right beside me, and we have no regrets. When I need some of that sweet tube taste, I listen to a Cary in my home office without my wife but with her full consent. Those of you thinking we are a kinky couple, don't get too image oriented on us; for that we use the Home Theater in the basement. No tubes there.
I jumped right into the Levinson, my wife right beside me, and we have no regrets. When I need some of that sweet tube taste, I listen to a Cary in my home office without my wife but with her full consent. Those of you thinking we are a kinky couple, don't get too image oriented on us; for that we use the Home Theater in the basement. No tubes there.