birchoak
Hi-Fi Nut
I now have twelve working stereo receivers. Why, for the love of all that is pure and beautiful? After all, there's only one of me. Why? (I don't actually care why, this is just for fun).
(1) Smaug sitting on his pile of loot in The Hobbit. Doesn't quite hold up, as Smaug does not actually enjoy his hoard of gold, jewel-encrusted goblets, and mithril armor, while I most certainly do. Also, he rolls around in said swag until it's embedded in his skin, giving him full protection from angry villagers with spears and arrows. I haven't had to worry about stuff like that for a while now.
(2) Fine wine connoisseur. This one is closer. The Panasonic SA-5800 has a smoky midrange, with dulcet highs and a woody bass, while the Yamaha CR-800 is clear & refined, like most products from Japan's Chamonix region. Sophisticated listeners can hear muted flutes in the H.H. Scott R74S, present because of the manufacturer's proximity to a large tulip patch in Maynard, Massachusetts. Each receiver in my collection looks and sounds slightly different from the other, offering an aural variety without peer in Amesbury. I have a crimson velvet smoking jacket I don before "tasting" sessions (no, I actually don't, but now that image is stuck in your head) and a Corinthian leather recliner to cup my lithe yet powerful form (totally true, every word).
(3) Creepy old hoarder. While I see myself as (2), my family probably sees me as this one: unwashed, squinting man with perpetual five o' clock shadow. Only comes out for flea markets, yard sales, and arrives early for CL buys, talking non-stop to increasingly bewildered and concerned CL sellers. May roam in public wearing pajamas or without pants. Most of the equipment does not work and is piled in teetering stacks in every room, including the shower stall. Hmm. Nope. I have never gone out in public wearing pajamas.
Which one of these fits you?
Do you have a better analogy?
Let's hear it!
This is all just for fun and not meant to be taken seriously, although profound insights into this hobby are also welcome.
(1) Smaug sitting on his pile of loot in The Hobbit. Doesn't quite hold up, as Smaug does not actually enjoy his hoard of gold, jewel-encrusted goblets, and mithril armor, while I most certainly do. Also, he rolls around in said swag until it's embedded in his skin, giving him full protection from angry villagers with spears and arrows. I haven't had to worry about stuff like that for a while now.
(2) Fine wine connoisseur. This one is closer. The Panasonic SA-5800 has a smoky midrange, with dulcet highs and a woody bass, while the Yamaha CR-800 is clear & refined, like most products from Japan's Chamonix region. Sophisticated listeners can hear muted flutes in the H.H. Scott R74S, present because of the manufacturer's proximity to a large tulip patch in Maynard, Massachusetts. Each receiver in my collection looks and sounds slightly different from the other, offering an aural variety without peer in Amesbury. I have a crimson velvet smoking jacket I don before "tasting" sessions (no, I actually don't, but now that image is stuck in your head) and a Corinthian leather recliner to cup my lithe yet powerful form (totally true, every word).
(3) Creepy old hoarder. While I see myself as (2), my family probably sees me as this one: unwashed, squinting man with perpetual five o' clock shadow. Only comes out for flea markets, yard sales, and arrives early for CL buys, talking non-stop to increasingly bewildered and concerned CL sellers. May roam in public wearing pajamas or without pants. Most of the equipment does not work and is piled in teetering stacks in every room, including the shower stall. Hmm. Nope. I have never gone out in public wearing pajamas.
Which one of these fits you?
Do you have a better analogy?
Let's hear it!
This is all just for fun and not meant to be taken seriously, although profound insights into this hobby are also welcome.
