An Audiophile Nightmare


I woke up this morning and knew I had to share with my fellow AGoners a bit of humor only we would truly understand. Last night asleep, I was suddenly awakened by what was perhaps the single worst nightmare I've ever experienced--one of my speakers had been moved without my permission. That's right, the left speaker was off by at least 2 inches after having spent God knows how many days of precise measuring, re-measuring, and listening. Waking up this morning, I still sensed an unusual disturbance in the force until I walked into my den and suddenly realized that, yes, it was all just a horrible nightmare and that my precious center image was still intact. The relief was incredible, and my morning coffee and Wordle were like heaven!

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Like the movie 'Step brothers'  "Don't ever, never, ever touch my drum set". "if you touch my drum set I will stab you in the neck with a knife!!"

In the same spirit, I love my sister-in-law.  But every time my wife and I have her and my brother-in-law into our beloved music room, she won't stop talking!

Underneath that humor, there is the real unease -- the psychological energy -- of SPOUSAL DISTURBANCE. With me, it's the amplifiers on dolly platforms. She can't leave them alone. Every cleaning day, she tweaks them toward the wall ever so slightly. As if I wouldn't notice. "I just vacuumed like I always do", she says, and trots off. And then I have to either swallow the offense, or counter, usually by quietly moving the vacuum cleaner to a remote corner of the basement. Then again, if she didn't "just clean" like she always does, the collecting rubbish would eventually bury the woofers, and disturb phase and RT60 in the lower registers. So there I am; caught between amplifier convective cooling and phase-correct bass. Nowhere to run.