Happy Family Day to Canadians, and Happy Presidents Day, Americans! Some of you have expressed an interest in finding out more about the HH (“Human Honey”), so I’m reaching into the past to share a personal essay that was originally published in HiFi+ Magazine
I have a tin ear, but hubby loves his sound machines. He can't understand how I can tolerate listening to some old bootleg copied from a tape to a CD. I can appreciate some that his system produces some serious quality sound, but I wouldn't spend that kind of money just for me.
You've probably heard of McIntosh Labs (no, I'm not an audiophile but one of my cousins is. I didn't inherit his ear). They are headquartered just a handful of miles from where I live in New York State and you can buy their equipment in at least two local stores. We once went to one of those stores (called Audio Classics) to buy my son a guitar and was introduced to some of their systems. The price tags were unbelievable. I'm sure the sound was, also. Whatever gives us pleasure/joy, right?
I know what its like to be married to a music-obsessed man. Only in this case, mine is a musician. He lives music, talks music, plays music, and can't live without notes on, it seems, 24/7. We have a lot in common!
I have a tin ear, but hubby loves his sound machines. He can't understand how I can tolerate listening to some old bootleg copied from a tape to a CD. I can appreciate some that his system produces some serious quality sound, but I wouldn't spend that kind of money just for me.
You've probably heard of McIntosh Labs (no, I'm not an audiophile but one of my cousins is. I didn't inherit his ear). They are headquartered just a handful of miles from where I live in New York State and you can buy their equipment in at least two local stores. We once went to one of those stores (called Audio Classics) to buy my son a guitar and was introduced to some of their systems. The price tags were unbelievable. I'm sure the sound was, also. Whatever gives us pleasure/joy, right?
I know what its like to be married to a music-obsessed man. Only in this case, mine is a musician. He lives music, talks music, plays music, and can't live without notes on, it seems, 24/7. We have a lot in common!