Did I tell you about?

Luckily that ship sailed a long time ago.

Of course I did go on to buy many years later the Yamaha A-S 1200. Not quite as many watts as the other one. I think I was bored and something new had to happen and of course I had forgotten all the bad bits from the last adventure.

This one just sort of whimpered. Almost made no impression at all. No testosterone no pheromones. No nothing. It's distinguishing mark was a floating and balanced "cyclotron" design normally reserved for tube amps. Stereopolice on youtube was very enthusiastic and thinks this is the best amp ever. Just shows how politics colors art. We hear what we are told to hear. Even Stereopolice admits that circuit design is a very hit and miss affair.

Miss. I just heard a boring amp.

Conclusion:
Guilty as charged. I admit to being daft.

Gosh!

BB King had Lucille.

You have Nancy.

The Danish for "Marriage" is "a real cupboard".

The word implies scratches, dings, pealing paint, drawers that don't always come out as expected AND longevity.

I celebrate your Ægteskab.

And would suggest playing Van Morrison's Avalon Sunset.

No streaming. That would be infidelity. It has to be the real thing.

Zig

Knew a guy who had about 8 of these amps along with 8 Crown Studio Reference amps and several Vita Vox soap boxes.

Believe me. Johnny Cash was live and in the room, when he played them. I could shake his hand and feel the bourbon on his breath.

Spooky.

Though I do prefer my own starch boxes.

Zig

To Morch or not to Morch; that is the question?
Whether to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous audiophile fortune and caustic whit?

Tis nobler to drop the subterfuge and distraction of embittered chaff from previous employment or being lead along the wrong path to so called audio enlightenment.

Best Fraud accent on

'Tell me young Zig, wen, you were younger did the little girls with pig tails make fun of your red hair?' 'Possibly there were underlying Napoleon syndrome or other inferiority complex issues?'

The well-groomed and great selection of fellows contained here within are a sympathetic group of souls, they will be able to offer a listening ear and a few crumbs of non Macintosh comfort.
Please do assist yourself well in these matters, I feel it would be helpful for an articulate and fine fellow such as yourself.

Come on now. Even I liked the Leben.

You liked the Leben, Macca?

I notice you are using the past tense. So I am assuming you liked the Leben, but you no longer have it. This would probably be in agreement with my own faint praise. It was ok. I liked the loudness button - the best loudness button ever. It was ok. Remember I bought it three times. I have a dreadful memory. It was ok.

But it wasn't worth the price. It wasn't worth a quarter of the price. It was a piece of mythology - bought in a shop, guaranteed to disappoint sooner or later.

I also bought the Leben CS-600.

There the geometry was all wrong. The tubes were all wrong. The visuals were all wrong. The sound was all wrong. And the price was ridiculous. And to all those who can't yet afford it but dream and hope and desire....I have unfortunately no advice at all.

Zig

Ah!

Not a fan of the "bake off".

Come-and-be-sociable can be fun and can be trying. But it can not be a way of evaluating "true love". You have to live with them for that. So I would suggest you fell for the love-at-first-sight traits. And they are irrefutably lovely. I am talking about the painted feathers that fall apart when you wake up the next day turn over and think: My God - What Has My Reptile Brain Done? AGAIN.

A warm thanks Macca.

Thinking a little more about "bake-offs" some points were brought to mind.

Wouldn't mind seeing the film 12 Angry Men from 1957 again. How one man (Henry Fonda) can change the Group Mind.

And then I remembered Frank Tchang Resonators. The small crucibles attached to the wall that extend soundstage, tame bass nodes and generally make more angels sing in your room. The crucibles have lugs on them and by twisting them you can "frame" the sound. I have seen Franck demonstrating this. When he twisted them people literally started leaning in their seats hearing all the previously expected and described changes.

My scientific friends laughed at me when I came home with them.... but little did they know. They worked. Maybe not exactly as advertised, but gosh they were strong magic. By moving them about the room and in the peace and quiet of my own company I heard big changes. Perception is everything and everything can affect perception. Even a cheese sandwich.

I had to throw them away.

I don't like magic.

Zig

A Helmholtz resonator does work, it's not a mystery as to how. It's just air moving in a pipe making sound.

Schuman Resonator is almost certainly foo.

I wouldn't like to be in a room with a 7-8 hertz beat.

I dunno, but it just seems unhealthy to me.

I know science explains it as a natural and ubiquitous phenomenon, but I am not having one in my room.

124 BPM is fine for me.

Zig

Yes a Marantz 1060 is beautiful.

Though I am reminded of a reply James Taylor gave to his audience when someone shouted, "I love you". He replied, "I love you too. But I think our love is based on our not knowing each other.

Zig

I know Michael Fremer reads this forum (I don't) and he may have just blown a gasket. 

He's probably right about Delta Sigma though . . . 

Love it.

But didn't you know "Wood is Good"?

Zig

Wow.

Flabbergasted.

Twice.

And the unconscious link to what we are talking about.....

I was walking the dog and found myself whistling Gerry Rafferty's Stuck in the Middle. If memory serves it was something about being at record producers' meeting and thinking - fools to the left of me and clowns to the right.

And I realised I was going to have to talk about something important, which no one actually gets, regardless of how I try to explain it.

I am slowly realizing that I am surrounded by Objectivists. I know I know. This is an old chestnut, and it doesn't bear fruit. But I would like to explain my perspective on things.

I do not think the world consists of objects.

I showed my dog a picture of the Marantz 1060 and received no reaction. I then asked her if she would like a bone. She then walked to the bone-cupboard and waited.

See, my world is formed by; and based on; and is impossible to get out of: Chit-Chat.

When I was a child, my parents said to me - Don't go into the woods, dear little child of ours, because there is a bottomless lake there. Maybe they should have taught me to swim, but this worked. And when I eventually did go into the woods - I could never find the damn lake.

Everything we see and touch has been formed by people. I am a people ist and not an object ist.

Mountains exist in our perception, cos our forefathers said - Look Mountains. In other words they carved the world into bits and pieces which only exist in the carving.

Measurements are but chit chat within the rules of that tribe.

Some see a Helmholtz resonator and others see a piece of jewelry.

When we describe an object (eg this was a bad amplifier) we are actually describing our own experience as told to us by a myriad of earlier exchanges with other people. Yes, each one of us has a unique perspective (standing point), but we can only talk through our mother language which is actually the cacophony of us all together.

So we are all objectivists. We just forget, that the only object is us. And we are only looking into a mirror. Us.

Now I am going to close my eyes, my ears and my mouth.

Zig