Friday, June 22, 2012

The Quarrymen

Last Sunday was Father’s Day, and although most of the time The Audiophile is not, by definition, my father, I wanted to do something special for him. I was thinking more along the lines of an SACD than, say, a pair of Organic Harmony speakers cast in bronze, but I was open to ideas.

The Audiophile must have smelled my agreeable state of mind because shortly thereafter he suggested we travel 242 miles in a southeasterly direction to see a pair of speakers that he was thinking about wanting. I quickly offered my enthusiastic participation in the trip as a perfect way to celebrate his paternal excellence and my top-drawer accommodation.

Interestingly, the speakers in question were made out of rocks. I think there was other apperati inside of the rocks, but I lost partial consciousness during that part of the conversation and found myself more comfortably numb than coherent.

In the end, The Audiophile decided to pass on the speakers. I can’t remember what his A/B reasoning was exactly, but I do know our insurance company can rest easy knowing they will not need to pony up on the accidental death and dismemberment portion of our policy that surely covers being crushed by runaway granite tumbling down a flight of stairs leading to a listening room.

And that, my friends, is audio winning.