Headphone Memories

It’s 3 am and I’ve been wide awake for nearly an hour. It started with a trip to the bathroom but when I crawled back into bed my mind refused to shut back down.

Thirty five years ago I’d be awake at this hour on a Sunday morning as well—but I’d either be sitting in a Denny’s surrounded by friends after a night of clubbing or—if I’d gotten lucky—busy with other things.

Tonight, however, I am neither enjoying a post-clubbing repast with friends nor am I involved any of those other things. My thoughts have simply refused to sit down and shut up and have taken me on a journey back to the mid 1970s and hanging out in the audio room of LaBelle’s.

While the more economical equipment was displayed on shelves in the main part of the store, the listening room was reserved for the high-end equipment; stuff my friends and I could never afford but still coveted with an unbridled passion. To this day I can remember how the knobs of certain equipment felt, as well as the wonderful new-electronics smell of the room. I remember how rapt we were the first time we walked in and saw the blue glow from Pioneer’s new “fluoroscan” meters. No more antiquated needles, no sir! Those pulsing blue displays were the future!

But Pioneer’s blue glow was not the source of tonight’s obsessive thoughts. Rather I focused on a single pair of headphones: the Stax SR-X Mark 3.

These were electrostatic headphones; something relatively new for home audio at the time and very expensive. The sound, however, was sublime. It was like nothing else I’d ever heard before—or since, for that matter. But they were totally out of reach for this high school boy. At $275 ($1280 in today’s dollars) they were to forever remain just a dream.

(Stax is one of the few audio equipment companies from back in the day that is still in business, and their headphones are still ridiculously expensive. Even in the aftermarket they command a steep price.)

And what did I listen to through those headphones that day? The Fantasy Film World of Bernard Hermann, a recording that amazingly I still do not have in my collection.

Several years later I did manage to acquire a set of Stax headphones, although they were of the more economical electret (vs. full electrostatic) variety. These phones, while sounding almost as good as the SR-X, were substantially less expensive at $79 (about $275 in today’s dollars). The SR-44s still required a separate “energizer” that was plugged directly into the speaker outputs of your receiver  like the SR-X, but this box required no additional electrical connection to the mains in order to work.

The SR-44s were not especially comfortable. I ended up with “headphone fatique” after only an hour or so of listening, but the sound was worth the discomfort. Unfortunately, the cord that led from the headphone amp—as well as the cord that connected to the main amplifier—was very short, requiring that you sit right by your stereo if you wanted to listen. They were also very delicate. After only a year the connection on one side went out  when the wire broke at the strain relief as it came out of the earspeaker, requiring more than a little bit of disassembly, wire-cutting, and soldering on my part to get it working again. This became a yearly ritual until I finally tired of it after the tenth or so time. They then somehow ended up in the trunk of a roommate’s car in SF (probably to be taken to GoodWill) where they remained until were stolen when the car was broken into..

Helping Out a Friend

A few weeks ago my buddy Mark (I know far too many Marks) in California was telling me he was ready to throw his MacBook Pro (mid 2012) through a wall.  It had gotten slow and unresponsive to the point of being unusable.

He couldn’t afford to upgrade to a new one—something I strongly dissuaded him from doing anyway based on my own experience over the past year—and instead suggested he increase the RAM and swap out the spinning hard drive with an SSD since his was the last year of “upgradeable” MBPs and it would be a relatively easy process.

He didn’t feel comfortable doing it himself, and since I have always been his hardware go-to guy but now lived 700 miles away, he asked, “Can they do that at the Apple Store?”

“Probably, but you’re better off just buying the parts and sending it all to me. It will be cheaper in the long run and you’ll know all your data will be transferred properly.”

“Tell me what I need to buy.”

So last Thursday the machine arrived, along with 8GB RAM and a new 512 GB Intel SSD.

Patient on the operating table.

And for once—a rare instance for my experience with Apple these days—everything just worked. It took only about two hours to swap in the new parts, load a fresh copy of the O/S (I had it on a USB thumb drive that I’d created for work a few days earlier), and restore his data from the old drive.

“It’s ALIVE!”

Working on this “old” Mac reminded me just how much we’ve lost in Jony Ive’s unrelenting quest to build a Mac no thicker than a sheet of paper. Never mind the loss of ports or the stupid fucking keyboard on the latest models. It’s the little things like MagSafe and that slowly glowing (but otherwise invisible) indicator on the right side of the bottom case that showed the machine was sleeping when the cover was closed) that initially made me such a fan of Apple. And of course this:

Having the two machines side by side, however, did highlight how much better the display has gotten over the past five years, even leaving out the fact that Mark’s wasn’t a retina display and mine was. The brightness and color saturation were so much better on my 2016 it was ridiculous.

But c’mon Jony…how about bringing back a little of that “surprise and delight” factor Apple used to be known for?

NO HOMO!

Ben and I went out to dinner last night and watched in rapt fascination the mating dance of the elusive Urban Hobro.

Dude on the right was ostensively there with his wife/girlfriend, but she was all but being ignored—and her body language conveyed in no uncertain terms she was pissed off. Meanwhile, these two were busy talking sports and flirting heavily while Jersey Bro was oblivious to the fact the bartender was undressing him with his eyes every time he walked past.

No, this was not a gay bar. It was a friggin’ Applebees.

Just as we were about to leave, Jersey Bro leaned over to the other guy and literally said, “No homo, where did you get your fade?”

As Ben said, “Dicks might touch tonight.” BUT NO HOMO!

“Hey Honey..Joel—you know, the guy from the bar?—wants me to come over and watch the game.”

“It’s 2 am.”

“He has it on DVR…”

Vintage Audio Porn

Kenwood 700 “Supreme” Series (1974-75)

I remember seeing these in the darkened audio listening room at LaBelle’s back in the day and lusting mightily.

Unobtainable then. Unobtainable now.

Gratuitous Dan Stevens







I’ve been watching the very trippy series Legion on FX since season one. It supposedly takes places in the Marvel X-Men universe, but I’ve given up trying to actually understand what’s going on; I’m just enjoying the ride. The visuals are stunning. The cast is exemplary. The main character, David, played by Dan Stevens, simultaneously doesn’t push any of my buttons and at the same time pushes all of them and I look at him and think, “Ew,” followed immediately by, “Hot dirty monkeysex. NOW.”

Quote Of The Day

A humanly impoverished con-man, destitute of all decency and wielding a vocabulary of 77 words that is better called Jerkish than English.” ~ Philip Roth on Donald Trump

It May Be Time To Sharpen Up Some Guillotines

From Wil Wheaton’s Tumblr:

The constitutional crisis is here

The Constitutional Crisis isn’t just happening now. It’s been happening since McConnell stole a SCOTUS seat from President Obama, and nullified the wishes of millions of Americans who voted for him.

The Constitutional Crisis is not just because Trump is a lawless wannabe autocrat. The Constitutional Crisis would not be happening if the Republicans in Congress were upholding their oaths of office, instead of taking their marching orders from the Kochs, the Mercers, Adelson, and too many clouded and shady Super PACS (including PACs that are funded illegally by non-Americans).

The Congressional GOP, lead by Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan – especially lame duck, feckless, incompetent Paul Ryan – is responsible for all the damage that Trump has wrought upon our nation. None of this would be possible if the leaders of both houses of Congress put their oaths of office ahead of their own narrow and corrupt influences.

It may be time to sharpen up some guillotines.

Take Me Away

A lifelong fantasy that I—and I suspect more than just a few of us—have entertained is having the means, energy, and wherewithal to escape civilization and live in a cabin in the woods (hopefully not sitting on the entrance to where the Old Gods are sleeping).

Okay, maybe not totally removed from civilization. I’d still want access to things like medical care and grocery stores. And yes, I’d still want electricity, hot and cold running water, and a fast, reliable internet, but I long to be surrounded by nature and away from the constant din of modern life and the resultant stupidity that seems to be an integral part of it these days.

Currently there are several variations of home shows capitalizing on this theme. (Building Off The Grid is one that immediately comes to mind.) If nothing else, these programs have shown me what a monumental undertaking it would be and how woefully unprepared I am  to adopt such a  lifestyle.  And now having spent four years in Denver, that’s not even considering the utter inconvenience of getting from our cabin getaway to civilization and back in the winter. (Which would be much less of an issue if we all had flying cars by now like we’d been promised in the 1960s.) Maybe if I were half my current age I could consider it, but at this point it’s just a dream.

Interestingly, when I was half my current age, such a thought was total anathema to me; I wanted nothing more than to live in a bustling, neon-infused always-on urban environment.

Of course the world seemed a bit saner back then and I didn’t have any overwhelming need to escape it.

Shower Thoughts

The “employees must wash hands before returning to work” signs in bathrooms are probably more to reassure the customers than to remind the employees.