Swampman,
I've been through the type of treatment your wife is getting an it's much more difficult to endure than what I'm doing. Besides, whether you believe it or not, your role is more difficult than hers on several levels. Bless you for being a good husband. If you ever falter DO NOT hesitate to contact me and I'll prop you back up. I sense that you are like my wife and I admire you for it. When I talk about the light at the end of the tunnel, I'm speaking about death. For your wife, it's cure. I need to remember the light even if I can't see it or else I'll be overwhelmed when it returns brighter than when it left. For your wife it is a goal for living, something to reach for. When I say that my chemo is pretty benign it's a true statement. I have few side effects. Stoned and tired today and tomorrow I'll be just like yesterday...okay.
St. James Infirmary is THE SONG I was talking about at dinner last night and Barb started to cry. It is the most wonderful music I've ever heard on every level. I've been meaning to order the 33 rpm version for myself by the same folks that did the 45 rpm set. I would trade a large pile of my best records for that one song if I had to make that choice. Amazing how one song moved me so much. IMNSHO, this is the best song ever recorded by anyone, ever. I must admit that I'm surprised Doug and Paul own it being classical lovers that they are. I'm also really glad you went over there too. They are great guys and I love them a lot. Doug has been a big help for many of my analog questions. Paul, bless his heart, wrote one of the most important emails I've ever received and I will be forever greatful to him for doing so. Hearts this big are a wonderful thing to experience.
As far as my analog is concerned I'm home free right now with the Yatra MK II. The opportunity to upgrade to an Airy 3 (I'm going silver wire) with the silver mounting plate is a no brainer. My only concern is getting the darn thing broke in so I can fully enjoy it. I wish I had the cash to burn so I could hire someone to play records 24/7 until it reaches the magic hundred hour mark. Wouldn't that be a fun job? This turntable, cartridge, tonearm stuff with all the setup and bits and pieces needed to make it happen right is like some weird brotherhood. We are together but we are separate also. What I have found is there is more than one way to skin a cat. If I were to offer any criticism of us as a group it would be that we possess a learned narrow minded-ness. My analog front end would be rejected out of hand by many as being unworthy until they actually listened to it. Sure, if it were gone I'd probably buy something else but mainly to gain a little more acceptance from the group as a whole rather than any real sonic leaps in performance. It's like trading in a Sportster for a Fat Boy. Of course, the Fat Boy is a real Harley as if the Sportster isn't. Yeah, right.
Jeff, you are doing something more important than you realize. You are here and take the effort to let me know. This should be a Mastercard commercial. Priceless.
I've been through the type of treatment your wife is getting an it's much more difficult to endure than what I'm doing. Besides, whether you believe it or not, your role is more difficult than hers on several levels. Bless you for being a good husband. If you ever falter DO NOT hesitate to contact me and I'll prop you back up. I sense that you are like my wife and I admire you for it. When I talk about the light at the end of the tunnel, I'm speaking about death. For your wife, it's cure. I need to remember the light even if I can't see it or else I'll be overwhelmed when it returns brighter than when it left. For your wife it is a goal for living, something to reach for. When I say that my chemo is pretty benign it's a true statement. I have few side effects. Stoned and tired today and tomorrow I'll be just like yesterday...okay.
St. James Infirmary is THE SONG I was talking about at dinner last night and Barb started to cry. It is the most wonderful music I've ever heard on every level. I've been meaning to order the 33 rpm version for myself by the same folks that did the 45 rpm set. I would trade a large pile of my best records for that one song if I had to make that choice. Amazing how one song moved me so much. IMNSHO, this is the best song ever recorded by anyone, ever. I must admit that I'm surprised Doug and Paul own it being classical lovers that they are. I'm also really glad you went over there too. They are great guys and I love them a lot. Doug has been a big help for many of my analog questions. Paul, bless his heart, wrote one of the most important emails I've ever received and I will be forever greatful to him for doing so. Hearts this big are a wonderful thing to experience.
As far as my analog is concerned I'm home free right now with the Yatra MK II. The opportunity to upgrade to an Airy 3 (I'm going silver wire) with the silver mounting plate is a no brainer. My only concern is getting the darn thing broke in so I can fully enjoy it. I wish I had the cash to burn so I could hire someone to play records 24/7 until it reaches the magic hundred hour mark. Wouldn't that be a fun job? This turntable, cartridge, tonearm stuff with all the setup and bits and pieces needed to make it happen right is like some weird brotherhood. We are together but we are separate also. What I have found is there is more than one way to skin a cat. If I were to offer any criticism of us as a group it would be that we possess a learned narrow minded-ness. My analog front end would be rejected out of hand by many as being unworthy until they actually listened to it. Sure, if it were gone I'd probably buy something else but mainly to gain a little more acceptance from the group as a whole rather than any real sonic leaps in performance. It's like trading in a Sportster for a Fat Boy. Of course, the Fat Boy is a real Harley as if the Sportster isn't. Yeah, right.
Jeff, you are doing something more important than you realize. You are here and take the effort to let me know. This should be a Mastercard commercial. Priceless.