We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
While the Mrs. took the youngest Bird Dog theater-intoxicated and Shakespeare-intoxicated pup and her theatrical pal to the Vivian Beaumont to see the rarely-performed Cymbeline (the Beaumont is perfect for Shakespeare), my self-assigned chore was to clean up and polish ye olde farmhouse for the Thanksgiving hordes expected soon.
While finding many dust balls as big as alley cats, and some lost mail, magazines, a dried dog poo or two, and some important faxes under sofas, I cranked up my gigantic Legacy speakers for consolation.
They were the top of their line when I splurged on these darn things, delivered by an Airways Freight truck. 175 lbs. each, 5' tall, and they look like beautiful furniture. But what the heck was I thinking when I bought these monsters? (A movie-business friend told me I have the same ones Tom Cruise has in his house. Sheesh. That is not good.)
These speakers are powerful enough to knock down my walls or to blow a cow to the moon, but sensitive enough to capture the most subtle inflection of Dawn Upshaw's voice, like she is singing to you. The Messiah was on the CD player, from Eastertime. I listened to the whole thing while vacuuming, dusting, dog-poo-removing, polishing, and pickng up. How many Bibles do we have in this house? Well, I love that music and know every word, but I realized that I do music now on the computer. This dang computer-internets machine-thingy simultaneously shrinks and expands life.
I realized that I had not turned on that fine sound system, with the mega-ultra ultra amp, since Easter.
Yes, I remember the days,.......Handel's Messiah on my new Klipsch speakers ( I forget the model) then Tchaivosky"s !812, wow; and then they are rarely powered up again..... life, best explained to grandchildren!
I wish there was another word than "serious" for classical music. So intimidating, the thought of having to be serious about music. tho on second thought, if the folks who create it weren't serious, we wouldn't have any music.
My grandpa had big speakers like those. he used them for evil things...like sitting them next to my Uncles beds and turning on the 1812 or better yet a train sound effects record to wake their butts outta bed. Cranked up those babies shook their whole 3 story house!!
I've got a couple of old beasts--Marantz--the size of steamer trunks. the rubber accordian-like thingies has gone rot though so they're just space-takers in the junk storage shed. damn they were great tho--"Let It Bleed" really bled well thru 'em.
Check the web. You can get that rubber thingy that rotted replaced and they will be good as new. Some of those old speakers are not beaten by the new stuff to this day. I have a pair of the original Quad speakers dating from 1960 and my friends all claim they are the best they ever heard.