Now ye'r cookin' with tubes brother Bumpkin! I like my burgers medium rare please. A little heat never hurt anyone'eh. Set up some industrial sewing machines in your place, hire some imigrant children and maybe Nike'll give you some work assembling their shoes and athletic wear! Come next February you can finally validate your manhood in a ceremony similar to Qwai Chang Caine. Kneeling before the Cary Rocket (which you've kept piping hot for three days straight playing Swervedriver at 110db) with rolled up sleeves you'll grasp the amp by the tubes between your forearms and move it to your new amp stand ignoring your searing flesh. Then you'll stagger out into the freshly fallen snow and collapse, cooling your still sizzling brands. When they heal up, and that nasty infection goes away you will have the mark of a true audiophile and it will be time for you to leave.....as soon as you snatch those Shakti stones from my hand. After that you can wander from high-end boutique to high-end boutique seeking revenge upon the ones who sold you all that wretched SS gear. Oh, I pity those poor salepeople, they haven't got a chance when you ferrit them out of their holes in the ground! Let's all just have a moment of silence in anticipation of the hurtin' Bumpkin will be bringing on those folks in the industry! May god have mercy on them when they meet their maker and are told of the grave errors in their ways. They steered you wrong Bumpkin, you have no choice, it was malicious and cruel....they knew better and yet they sold you boat anchors and paper weights and took all your nickel while they all laughed inside. Ah Matty...they'll be telling stories to our children's children about you someday. How you helped rid the world of the evil purveyors of SS instruments of aural torture, and cleared a path for a rebirth of the wonders of the vacuum tube. I don't have any children Matty, but I'll tell my dog and hope he'll pass it on to the canine world. You're my hero Matty. I'm getting some tears in my eyes as I write this, and my upper lip is starting to quiver a bit. Excuse me while I have a breakdown over here in the corner. Just carry on my friend....make us all proud.
Marco
Marco