Finally found the camera, the day after we started halfheartedly browsing around for a new one.
Brought home the new speakers and had a fabulous buying experience at Audio Ecstasy. It was the polar opposite of my nightmarish descent into the shark tank of the Apple store. where schools of ravenous youngsters in Apple motley circled and circled, preternaturally alert for the scent of customers in the water.
The two audio geeks manning the counter were more interested in talking shop than maneuvering me into an equipment upgrade. "Those are great speakers for the size", opined the tall one who had a more than passing physical & sartorial resemblance to the Gyro Captain from the Road Warrior. "Yeah," chimed in his friend, "the only ones that are better run $2,000." Instead of trying to push any of the expensive connection options in the glass case, they cut me off 20' of speaker wire from the back room for free.
It was far from the sort of hyper-efficient behavior smiled on by our consumer culture, which demands that the wallet of every customer unlucky enough to cross your threshold be flensed of every surplus shekel, but it is the sort of buying experience that appeals to misanthropic iconoclasts like myself.
We need a wall mount for the TV, a sale they just made by not forcing the issue. And I'll be picking up a few of those expensive connectors on my next visit. And when the time comes for speaker stands, I know where to go.
The turntable still isn't ready- apparently the Audio Doctor runs on analog time. As long as we've got it by Christmas, I won't kick. The longer he takes, the bigger the stack of new vinyl we'll have to feed it.
All this talk of vinyl is vexing me. Despite the rows and rows of the black stuff lining my walls, I am currently reduced to listening to my iPod through one of those JBL ring-thingies. Which sounds terrific, given it's size and cost. But it doesn't exactly have the room-filling sound of my turntables running through the 850w amp and my dual 15"s. Sadly, both speakers are currently dead, (from being used as a live-band PA) and await resurrection next time I am flush with spare cash. Honestly, I am considering just buying new ones, instead of repairing these for the third time.
ReplyDeleteThe convenience of the ipod is truly Satanic.
ReplyDeleteI picked up a dock thingie for mine, so we'll have both the physical satisfaction of analog and the ease of the ipod as the mood strikes us.