Looks like Saturday would be the day for a BBQ. After a long day at the show, you folks were need some nourishment.
Who needs a place to crash? I'm not that close to SF, about a 50 to 60 mile drive, but hell, I'm not flying there! And who's in for a BBQ and a listen to the Joules? After last night, I just don't know anymore. Would be hard to part with.
Lena and I were listening for a while on the current setup which is rather minimal. This morning we are still in awe of just how LOUD and clean the Super V's can play. I'm learning new rather fundamental aspects with 2 channel audio and have changed some very basic audio principles in the last week that I held dear.
Last night we were playing some old tunes, some stuff that I loved early on but really never played much again since I entered the audiophile system. Not that it was bad or anything, just different and often different enough that it wasn't that enjoyable. Some recording were just plain bad. They sounded great on my Zenith Clock radio and better of my 1970's Yaamaha/Nak, Technics turntable, but this is the digital age and... So last night I played Beach Boys, Journey, original Journey, Dave Mason, Robin Trower and others because what I was finding was that it all sounded great, I mean, amazingly good. Music sounded very much like I had remembered, and this is difficult to explain but I think most of you know, there are sacrifices paid sometimes to a hirez system. A bad recording can get uglier. I'm not hearing this anymore. I was poking around my library and thought I'd que up some Pink Floyd. Lots of albums to choose from so I chose Dark Side of the Moon. Not my favorite because it had been played to death and beyond decades ago. I was done with Album. (No this isn't/wasn't a bad recording). This time around however was something very different, the same but different. It wasn't just the 3D-ness, or the air/separation, but the ability to dial up the volume I mean to crazy levels and sit in front of the V's with our jaws on the floor. The absolute clarity and realness was shocking. There was a realization that the Super V, given the right music signal, simply wouldn't break up at ridiculous volumes. The other marvel was that even at these ridiculous volumes, they didn't elicit a bolt to the doorway. I need to get my golden eared comrades back for a listen. Maybe I'm smoking something.
I got to give Danny Richie credit here. High Five to Danny Richie and his design of the V's
I'm pretty sure many speakers would have been left smoking. I would have been fearful of meltdown only I never detected a hint of distortion or anything being over-driven. Not Even The Room!
