Any funny audiofile stories???


Over the holidays my girlfriend and I went to visit her former neighbors.I had never been to there home before.We were having a drink and great conversation when the gentleman turned the TV off and put in a CD.We continued our conversation but my attention kept drifting off to the music.It was a solo acoustic guitar.Finally after about 2 songs I interupted everybody and I said What are we listening to?The gentleman told me(Brook Williams-Little Lion)Then upon scanning inside his entertainment stand I noticed handles on his components.Now my interest was really peaked.I interupted again and asked what kind of equipment he had.He had some old Carver gear,but the sound was actually pretty sweet and definetely a cut above mass market junk.From this point on you can probably guess what the topic of discussion was.If you guessed gear and music your right.That night I got a crash course on some outstanding folk material,I didn't even know existed.All of the titles he played that night were excellently recorded.We left that night(I had a list of new CD's to buy)and my girlfriend was shaking her head,and said just what you needed an excuse to buy more music.Life is Good.
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One day we couldn't find one of the cats anywhere around the house; no one had been outside but we hunted all around anyway to no avail. Hours later, I have no idea why my wife thought to check the speakers, but sure enough there he was tucked right into the upper cabinet section of a Belle Klipsch, which is wide open to the backside where the cabling attaches to the crossover. I crammed some stiff packing foam into the opening to keep him out, but he still made several more attempts to jump up & get back in there. Big fat Siamese; I still dunno how or why he ever did it? But it sure was funny seeing him in there & he did *not* want to come out either.
Sold a Subie last night to a wonderful couple who I had met 5 years before when they had bought an older one from me.
They were toting their adopted Korean newborn with them then.
This time this too-healthy boy took the icicle I broke off the garage eve for him to suck on and started climbing up onto my Parsifal Encore while we're doing the paperwork.
I screamed almost loudly enough to kill the sale! Oy!
I have had the same experience as fatparrot.. my african grey was eating and i kept on thinkinh WHAT is that sound? it was driving me crazy.. lol, And i cant listen to Santana's Turn your lights down low without my cockatiel squaking . apparently in the recoering there is a bird making some noise and my bird thinks its real. lol its a pretty funny sight.
This is more plaintive than funny, but this is the closest thing to the appropriate thread.

I worked in production at the Apt Corporation. Tom Holman had a very, very severe thing about not liking anodized black aluminum faceplates, so his products had a kind of gray enamel paint. I don't know why, but faceplates must be more difficult to paint then, say, cars, because we had about a 25% rejection rate (or so we thought) due to hairs in the finish or other flaws. BTW, these were reasonably priced products.

Our supplier, Bruce, was a great guy. We were suitably impressed that he learned Japanese so he could go direct to faceplate manufacturers in Japan who had clean paint rooms. But still rejections.

As you know, Apt struggled financially and organizationally, due to an over-educated, under business degreed cast of characters, including an odd autodidact who had several patents in color copiers, "FK". I digress.

"Natalie" was responsible for visual quality control, and, along with everyone else, was under a certain amount of pressure to ship "anything that doesn't move" near each month's/quarter's/year's end to help preserve our position.

Well, one day the faceplate supplier, Bruce, came all the way from New Hampshire to examine all these rejected faceplates. He, Natalie and I mulled over the situation together, and Bruce went back to his headquarters armed with new, firsthand, accurate information about the problem. This meeting happened to take place on the last day of a quarter. Bruce was satisfied that I was well informed about the situation.

Two days later, Natalie covertly called me over to her station, and sheepishly began pulling out an illegal, secret horde of personally rejected faceplates she had squirrelled away in the (correct) belief that $500 and $700 was too much to pay for cosmetically imperfect products, precarious finances or no. It was like just too many clowns coming out of a small circus car. We had more like a 40% rejection rate, it turned out. I think it broke Bruce's heart to learn of this later. He took up Chinese to forget.

So, first, Natalie, here's to you. You are fired or you are promoted memorially, I am not sure which. I will never forget your apologetic, demure, wary smile as you revealed your trove to me.

BTW, this reminds me, Tom Holman had a very, very severe thing about not liking spray painted metal top plates, so his preamp had a kind of gray, alligator skin-like fleck paint. I don't know why, but gray, alligator skin-like fleck top plates must be harder to paint than, say, gray enamel faceplates because....