Best Audio Related Story (or joke).


With all the stress and pressure going around at Audiogon these days, (posting issues, complaints and legal issues), seems like this would be a good opportunity to inject some light hearted audio related comments, stories or just plain old jokes. Please share yours!
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The Luxman receiver Steve O speaks of reminds me of a period of time when I was attending school. I worked on a part time basis in a "stereo" store in Stratford, Ct. Westchester Stereo was it's name and we had a few decent lines for that period... Luxman, NAD, JBL, etc. We were also an authorized service center for Luxman. Our tech, (Donny, The Unit King) was actually a pretty sharp cookie.

We had a Luxman RX-101 come in for a repair. The RX series receivers had a servo driven face (suck face) that would retract and reveal it's front panel controls when it powered up. The complaint with the unit was that the servo face would only retract part of the way back. We wrote a repair order and put the unit on the tech's (who was at lunch at the time) repair bench.

About an hour later we hear this blood curdling male screaming blasting from the repair room. As we ran back through the store to find out what was happening, we see Donny (The Unit King) running with this Luxman RX receiver dangling from it's power cord. Donny jumps up with both feet, kicks the Fire emergency door open and proceeds to fling (with great velocity) the fine Luxman unit out the back door (which, by the way was elevated about 10 feet due to the loading dock).

It seems, the most probable reason the "suck face" wouldn't draw back completely, was that the unit was filled with cockroaches. Which, (when Donny removed the unit's cover) were now running all over his repair bench.

The fine Luxman unit took quite a flight.

About 15 to 18 feet I would guess.

Thank Heavens the store owner's (Tony) 1982 Cadillac Biarritz was parked down below to catch it.

The Fireman told us about the receiver laying on the hood of Tony's car right next to the broken windshield.

That of course was when they arrived with the police due to the fire door alarm which we couldn't stop from ringing.

I think Tony closed the store a couple of years later.

True story:
I was assisting in surgery. I introduced myself to the new surgeon, this being his first case in our O.R. As we started to close and pressure eased, the surgeon asked some personal questions- where you from, family, blah...
He was from Detroit, so I asked about Motown. Had he seen any of the great soul groups, etc? He said his favorite music was gospel.
Then he asked if I was religious. I evaded. So the discussion turned to you know what and I said my brother is a born again Christian. The MD was delighted to hear this! Like an opening salvo. Meanwhile, the anasthesioligist put a CD on with a horrible bass solo. So I said, "if there really is a God, that bass solo would end right now!" Everybody laughed, took it in stride.
Then as we put dressings on the wound, the surgeon asked me if he could pray for me. I looked at the other nurse in the room, a look of instant death swarmed my being, I dared not flounder. So, in my brothers honor, I said OK. Talk about being put on the spot!
We all held hands- Surgeon, myself, circulating nurse and anasthesia- as the surgeon summed up all his powers and prayed for me and my soul from his deep down.
Honestly- I was on a cloud for the whole week. I really felt good, like I was Django in the clouds- heavenly!
After the deep, soul saving call for my soul, David, the anasthesiologist, told this joke.
A guy from NY goes on his dream vacation- the deep Congo of Africa!
All the arrangements are in order- 100 porters, translators, equipment, etc.
For days and weeks, he hears drumming in the jungle. Finally he asks the translator "what's the drumming about?" "Drumming good Bwana. Only when drumming stops, big trouble"
This news put a damper on the entire safari. He could not help himself, so the New Yorker asked, "what happens when the drumming stops?" "Everything good, drums good, we don't want drums to stop!"
The guy is getting worried. Suddenly, the drumming STOPS! The porters toss the equipment and run wildly through the jungle, screaming in a frenzy.
Bwana grabs the translator, "what's happening?"

"Run Bwana!"

"Time for the bass solo!!!"


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