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Music Is the Spice of Life
I wouldn't be writing this little audio tale for you if audio weren't an important part of my life. Yet, it wasn't always so. I suppose I've always had music playing in my life in one form or another, but rarely as focus for its own sake. Music was incorporated into my life much like a spice or herb is carefully added to a fine meal - enriching and complimenting it rather than being the raison d'être.
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When I was a child, Mom would set the Holiday mood in motion with Christmas music, or cue up a big band or jazz LP to set the atmosphere for parties. As a middle and high school student, I was athletic and daring, an eager participant in the sport of motocross. I was caught up in the excitement of the speed, the adrenaline rush that is motorcycle racing. I loved the showmanship of styling for the spectator crowds, leaping through the air off jumps, feeling the thrill of the G-forces compressing my body while diving into corners hard on the brakes, then accelerating out. I loved the runaway, bucking, rhythmic feeling as I kept the throttle pinned WFO while racing through the whoops. During the evenings when I 'wrenched' on my racer in the garage, music was there with me to provide a merry melody - a spice in my life.
I was (and am) an incessant reader and have always kept a few good books close by. I have sat spellbound, intoxicated and carried off to new worlds by the evocative words of Thoreau, Homer, Tolkien, and Rexroth - and music was with me when I explored those new worlds in words. Music was there with me during the candlelight dinners to romance a lady friend, or later while making love, and afterwards in the arm-in-arm ambience of afterglow. Music is with me when I am preparing a fine meal. It's here now as I tap away at the keyboard of my notebook computer while attempting to write this little tale for you.
Over the years I have listened to different types of music at different times in my life: Rock & Roll, folk, jazz, classical, blues, bluegrass, gospel and so forth - I have left few musical stones unturned. The music I heard during those times has worked its way into my heart and mind. Now as the music plays from my life's script, it evokes a panorama of memories and emotions - not of music but my attempts to live life to its fullest. |
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Music brings back the joy and wonder of my childhood; the sorrows of the death of friends and family; the sensations of newly found and lost loves; and all those little victories and losses tucked away into the corners of my soul that make up the tapestry of my life's experiences - of who and what I am. I believe that life can be largely meaningless in itself. It's who and what we infuse it with that gives it meaning - and it's up to us to do our best and make every day a rich experience, to savor and enjoy for ourselves and others. Music helps me do that. It's a spice, an herb, a pleasant aroma that adds richness to life.
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While working on my doctorate in analytical chemistry in graduate school, I met a couple of interesting and gregarious neighbors in the apartment complex where I lived: Gordy and Brent. Gordy and his wife lived a couple of doors down from me and were friends of Brent and Anne, my next door neighbors. Gordy was studying to be a recording engineer. Brent was studying jazz saxophone. Brent -- living in the apartment next to me -- kindled my interest in jazz as I listened to him practice through the thin walls of the apartment complex. Gordy was a budding recording engineer and an audiophile. Gordy's HiFi rig was the first serious rig I had ever had spent any time with. I was just bowled over by its visceral sound and emotive impact. In short, I was hooked.
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Gordy recommended I read the back issues of Stereophile and TAS in the University library. Armed with new knowledge, I put together my first enthusiast HiFi system: Vandersteen 2C loudspeakers, a used pair of Quicksilver tube amplifiers, an Adcom preamplifier bought at a discount, a used JVC 1010 CD player, a used VPI HW-19 turntable with an ET-II air bearing arm, some Audioquest cable to tie it all together. I was very impressed with the sound of my new system and I enjoyed listening to music through it. Prodded by the HiFi magazines of the time, I then slipped off track and began to lose my way in the wilderness of sound. I listened for sound effects, focusing on abstracts like soundstaging, imaging, and all the usual audiophile dragons and trolls that inhabit that place.
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Don't let them look upon you, or they'll turn your heart to stone! I left graduate school and went to work. As I could afford to, I periodically changed out components for those that "sounded" better. The sound of my system "improved", yet I became increasingly dissatisfied with my HiFi without really understanding why.
Back Again - to the Music
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About that time, I went to work as a detailee for a congressional think tank, the Congressional Research Service of Washington, D.C. While working at CRS, I visited a local HiFi shop in McLean/Virginia called Déjà Vu Audio. At the hands of its owner, Vu Hoang, in a single moment and while listening to a Fi 2A3 stereo amplifier through Spendor SP100 loudspeakers, my HiFi world was turned upside down. The music came alive. Orchestral strings had texture, tone and directness that were astonishing; lyrics were infused with depth of meaning; the music moved and thrilled me with its power and message! It wasn't sound I heard that day, it was a musical event - living, breathing, communicative music infused with the artist's intent.
I remember gazing at the ugly duckling Fi 2A3 amplifier with wonderment. How could anything with so little power and such unpolished exterior play music in such convincing fashion? I imagined the Fi to be some sort of manifestation of an audio anti-establishment statement. It whispered "I am inexpensive, I am crude in appearance, I have low power, and I play music better than any of the high powered audio jewelry designed to empty your bank account!"
I felt as if I had just experienced a HiFi big-bang in the birthing process - a new kind of experience that changed the way I think about audio and reproduced music. I had just gone back to the music.
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I have to admit that most of my audio pals think of me as a tube guy. After all, I have owned and enjoyed tube products from Quicksilver, Jadis, Cary, Wavelength Audio, Joule-Electra, Audio Logic, Fi, and probably a few brand names I am forgetting. However, it's not strictly true that I'm a tube guy by principle. I tend to buy what I think serves the music, regardless of the technology behind it - which, granted, most often happened to have been tubes. However, I have also flirted with the Pass Aleph 3 (single ended MOSFET), the 47 Labs Gaincard (direct-coupled opamps), and the brilliant Tom Evans Design Vibe (opamps and lots of regulation).
I've owned and enjoyed various speaker technologies: Conventional driver designs from Vandersteen, Spendor and ProAc; electrostatics from Martin-Logan; and horns from Avantgarde. Front ends have included vinyl from VPI; and digital from JVC, Meridian and Audio Logic. I've never had a tuner but I want one bad, as I think it might be the best way for me to explore new music. At the moment, I don't have a turntable, tuner, or any of the new high-rez digital sources.
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