A valentine poem to tubes


Roses are red, but the music is warm,
Glowing tubes delivering sweet sonic charm.
Strings sing so sweet,
Bass vibrates your feet,
Each note's a caress in this audio balm.

Transistors may boast an efficiency claim,
But tubes whisper secrets, ignite passion's flame.
Harmonics alight,
Textures take flight,
A soundstage expansive, defying all name.

So crank up the volume, let melodies flow,
With each blooming ripple, emotions aglow.
Roses may fade,
But the music that's made,
Is a love song, eternal, which kind tubes did sow.

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Roses are red

violets are blue

when I listen to Alice in Chains

my neighbors do too. 

Until Class D

With some fancy DSP

Some solid state

But mostly

It's tubes for me

These are great!

Ok, this is too mean by half but...

There once was a solid-state boob
Who ridiculed fussy red tubes.
Till one day, at leisure,
He imbibed their sweet pleasure
And understood he was the rube.

And the retort from the SS folks:

Tube folks love second harmonics --
distortion -- which they call a tonic.
The solid state gang
Just sighs with a pang
At addictions so desperately chronic.

Tube may make sound soluble
In the room waving water
But there is more about the sound ether
Think twice and go out of this bubble
 
Tube dont replace solid state
No more than digital erase vinyl
alternatives are trade-off mate
We must put on trial
 
The fact that things are not equal
Does not means that one is always better
In all cases and for everyone not at all
It means we must adapt picking the right setter
 
I learned audio science
As i learned english
Using the right sentence
As i use the right gear piece
 
For me and my room
There is no more doom
For me and my room
There is no more gloom
 
There is no right or wrong
When we hear a gong
only better or lesser approximate
Acoustic rule soon or late