On a more serious note, this one guy at work thought all my talk about the tiny things I can hear was BS. So when I host a little work party he decides to play this little prank. Only it made no sense but then people like him seldom do. Because what he did was move it when no one was looking. Only it made no sense because I was playing music for everyone else, so he only was ruining it for everyone else. But I guess since he was dumb enough to believe it makes no difference then he wouldn't know that either.
Anyway, his bad luck. Because as it happened the next one was a little older and the record she wanted to hear I thought should be played at a different level so while everyone had wandered out of the room I decided to put it on just to level check.
Immediately noticed the balance was off. The Aronov integrated I was using back then had individual volume controls which was a hassle and sometimes I would screw up. So quick double-check, no that's not it. Sat down again, listened, knew what it was, pulled out the tape measure (fastest way by far) made the adjustment, sat down to double-check. Okay fine.
This whole process took like a minute. Two at the most. If you count from the time the record went on. Yes I am that good.
Only as I was leaving the room did I notice Ron standing in the doorway, and the story was written on his face. All the frustration, astonishment, guilt, and disbelief.
Just one of many stories illustrating how much better people hear than people think they can hear. I have others. Lots of em.
Anyway, his bad luck. Because as it happened the next one was a little older and the record she wanted to hear I thought should be played at a different level so while everyone had wandered out of the room I decided to put it on just to level check.
Immediately noticed the balance was off. The Aronov integrated I was using back then had individual volume controls which was a hassle and sometimes I would screw up. So quick double-check, no that's not it. Sat down again, listened, knew what it was, pulled out the tape measure (fastest way by far) made the adjustment, sat down to double-check. Okay fine.
This whole process took like a minute. Two at the most. If you count from the time the record went on. Yes I am that good.
Only as I was leaving the room did I notice Ron standing in the doorway, and the story was written on his face. All the frustration, astonishment, guilt, and disbelief.
Just one of many stories illustrating how much better people hear than people think they can hear. I have others. Lots of em.