The trip to San Diego to pick up the turntable was fun. It also served as an opportunity to hook up with a guy I'd been chatting with for several months. Yes Virginia— that kind of hookup.
Anyhow, I got the table back to The City in one piece and plugged it in. The seller had mentioned that the arm lift and automatic return function weren't working, but I figured it would be a simple fix. It turns out they weren't, but thankfully the table could be used in manually until I could get the problem looked at professionally.
And that led me to Joel Thorner, a god among men in the vintage turntable business. Sadly, Joel is no longer with us, but his apprentice at the time and I became (and remain) fast friends to this day. Joel affected a repair on the broken part that was causing all the problems and was nothing short of genius at its time. Nowadays acquiring a 3D printed replacement part made of a much sturdier material than the original is a simple matter; in the late 90s no such tech was available. (BTW, I still have that turntable, and while it is not currently in active use, the repair is still holding some twenty-five years later!)
My system didn't change much until fall 1999. Then all hell broke loose.
I discovered this little thing called eBay. On a whim, I started typing in model numbers of equipment I'd lusted over back in the day.
The SA-800 was my first eBay purchase. It slid into my system, displacing the beloved Yamaha A-700 amplifier. It had a few issues…there were a couple light bulbs burnt out and the switches were noisy, but it still sounded damn good. And since I got it for only $165, I really couldn't complain. (These things are now selling on the auction site for literally ten times as much.)
I found a source for the bulbs and got them swapped out, but I never did get those switches properly cleaned. Now, I would have no trouble accomplishing it but back then I just didn't have the knowledge or materials necessary to do it properly.
I turned around and eBayed the A-700 for enough to cover the cost of the SA-800.
About two months later I got another set of the Technics Micro Components. I just couldn't stay away from those bouncing LED power meters! They formed the basis of a new system for my bedroom.
For many years I'd been lugging around complete sets of Frank Lloyd Wright blueprints that my dad had found back in the 70s when we had been remodeling a house. I really didn't care about them all that much, but I knew they were historically valuable and couldn't just get rid of them, so that's why I held onto them. One night I thought, "What if I put just one set up on eBay and see what happens?"
Bids appeared immediately after my initial posting. Over the next seven days they kept rolling in. At the end of the auction the final selling price was around $3500. I was in shock.
And I had two more complete sets of totally different houses…plus several individual sheets that weren't tied to anything in particular!
Needless to say, for most of the year 2000, I was rolling in cash. Sadly, it was gone as quickly as it had come in. Because…audio, both vintage and modern. I didn't spend it all on audio equipment. I paid some bills and got stuff for the apartment that I sorely needed, but yeah…the majority of it went to audio.
I got into Minidisc. Loved the medium. Absolutely loved it. Even after mp3s started hitting the scene several years later I clung to those little jewel-colored disks.
I got another SL-1700MK2 turntable for the bedroom system. I got a pair of Cambridge Audio speakers for the bedroom and another to run into the bathroom. I bought a Pioneer receiver for my dad. I bought a Pioneer amp and tuner for my mom. I bought a (smaller) Technics receiver for my friend Rick. I was buying stuff that I didn't even want to keep; stereo equipment from my youth that I just wanted to use for a bit and then flip back onto the market. I even nabbed that dual 8-track receiver I bought back in high school just to see it again.
I am not proud of that period in my life.
Looking back now, it's obvious I was trying to fill a emotional void, to return to a happier time in my life, and yet, all the comings and goings of this old equipment from my youth failed to accomplish that.
In 2001, this madness all came to an abrupt end. I finally realized what I'd been doing and most importantly why. I'd sold my last Frank Lloyd Wright blueprint months earlier and had a new car payment to worry about. At the same time I'd grown weary of that big Technics SA-800 receiver with its noisy controls and longed for that elusive, seductive Yamaha sound. A seller in Los Angeles was offering the same A-700/T-700 combination in near-mint condition that I'd purchased fifteen years earlier at Jerry's audio in Tucson. We closed the deal, and with one last post-FLW hurrah, I drove down to LA and back to SF that same day to pick it up.
A few days later 9/11 happened.
A month after that, I was let go from my job.
And with the arrival of 2002, unable to find work, I found myself saying goodbye to San Francisco for the last time.
If you're not interested in this stuff, just go ahead and skip to the next post, because I have a feeling it's gonna be a LONG one.
"That's what she said!"
Anyhow…
I blame Ken.
I met Ken in 1972, shortly after starting high school and moving into a new home in a brand new subdivision about a half mile from where we'd lived for the previous eight years. Ken was a NJB whose family had relocated from Chicago a few months prior to our arrival on the street. Our families immediately became friends and Ken remains my only buddy from high school who I'm still in contact with.
Prior to meeting Ken, my idea of hi-fi equipment was the all-in-one Lloyds stereo my family had purchased from Smitty's grocery store and my dad's confoundingly esoteric reel-to-reel tape recorder that I was never allowed to touch. When I met Ken, however, that view was shattered.
Ken had a Harman-Kardon receiver, a Dual turntable, and a pair of—I believe—Dynaco speakers. And shortly after we met, he acquired a Teac cassette deck. It wasn't like I was unfamiliar with the medium, but until that time my experience had been limited to pre-boombox portable players. Needless to say, I became immediately enamored of all this gear, but at the time—only receiving a meager weekly allowance for yard work and taking out the trash—my ability to acquire my own was…limited.
Every summer, Ken and his family would return to Chicago for a week or so, and while there, Ken would attend the Consumer Electronics Show, returning with shopping bags full of hi-fi brochures. (He still has all of them, but refuses to let me scan them because, "They're in the garage somewhere and way too hard to find.") We would sit in his room and pour over all this material, dreaming of the day we'd each be able to own our ultimate system.
Later that school year I'd managed to scrape together enough funds to get my own stereo. It was a Panasonic dual 8-track player. Not hi-fi per se, but it was still a cut above the Lloyds player in the family room and it looked cool. It also allowed me to explore my own burgeoning musical tastes in private. Why 8-track, instead of the obviously better cassette medium you ask? Because it's what Tom—a boy I was hopelessly crushing on my freshman year—listened to. It didn't have a built-in record player, but several months later I scraped together another couple hundred dollars and bought my first hi-fi turntable, a Philips GA212. It was a simple manual, belt-driven table but it had touch controls!
I've made so many ultimately regrettable purchases over the years simply because I was both an early-adopter and easily wowed if the product had a coolness factor, and that turntable was no exception. It turned out that when the light bulbs that illuminated the touch controls burned out, the controls stopped functioning altogether…
The following summer, Ken returned from Chicago with not only the usual bags of product literature, but also a brand new turntable: a Technics SL-1300.
Upon seeing it, I was definitely guilty of violating the Tenth Commandment.
Tragedy struck Ken's family a year later when his dad suddenly passed away. Shortly thereafter his Harman-Kardon receiver disappeared and was replaced with a Yamaha B-2 VFET power amp, a Sony TAE-5450 preamp, and a pair of Celestion Ditton 66 speakers. There was some—controversy—when this happened because his Dad had refused to foot the bill for these toys when he was alive but Ken had bought them with some of the money from his dad's life insurance proceeds…
Concurrently, my other friend Gary was also getting into this stuff. (I think it was a guy thing in the 70s, y'know?) He'd purchased a Kenwood KR-7400 receiver, a Technics SL-1400 turntable (a semi-automatic version of the fully automatic 1300), a Nakamichi 550 cassette deck, and a pair of Infinity 1001A loudspeakers. His system wasn't as "good" as Ken's but it sounded great. Gary let me babysit it one summer when he was gone on an extended vacation, and I could easily see myself owning such a setup. And it was something actually within my budget now that I'd had a summer job.
Sadly, all this still remained out of reach for me until after we'd all graduated. Graduation brought in enough funds that I actually could indulge some of my long-simmering desires.
During the interim between the time Ken got his Yamaha B-2 amp and our graduation, Sony had come out with its own line of VFET amplifiers. While I would've loved to snag my own B-2, the prices were in the stratosphere (and still are on the used market), it was simply out of reach. Fortunately, Sony's offerings were much more affordable (at least in the lower power ranges) and provided me the opportunity to get that VFET sweetness. I've written about this before, but suffice to say that the sound of a VFET amp was so superior to anything else out there at the time that there was no way I was going to settle for anything else, even if it meant putting off replacing my troublesome Philips turntable. Remember how I said I was an early-adopter and easily distracted by coolness? And remember how I said it nearly always comes back to bite me on the ass? The Sony was no exception.
Anyhow, I ended up buying a pair of the Infinity 1001As loudspeakers like Gary had, and a Sony TA-5650, a 50 watt/channel integrated VFET amplifier. The sound was beautiful; angelic choir beautiful.
It also ran so hot you could fry an egg on its top cover.
It died within three months. I had it repaired under warranty.
Since I'd splurged on the amp, I didn't have funds to upgrade the turntable until about six months later. The Technics SL-1300 turntable that I'd been drooling over for the previous three years had been discontinued, but it was replaced by the SL-1600, an updated version that retained nearly all the design cues but had improved circuitry, tonearm, and suspension.
I was happy with my system.
Then, in spring 1978, I met Steve Golden and was invited up into the inner sanctum of the DJ Booth at HisCo Disco. In the booth was a pair of turntables that were to fascinate and enrapture me for decades.
Without much fanfare, at some point Technics had updated the original SL-1300 series beyond what they'd done with the 1600. Like the original 1300 and the 1600, the 1300MK2 was a direct drive table, but this one was quartz-locked, providing the utmost in speed stability. And not only was it quartz-locked, but it had quartz-locked pitch control and a digital readout. (Pitch control is the system that allows a DJ to make small changes in the speed of the record to match beats when mixing from one song to another.) This feature wasn't the biggest seller for me. It was that digital readout, the multiple integrated circuits used to control the deck (remember, this was 1978) and just the utter sexiness of the table that pulled me in. I wrote Panasonic (parent company of Technics) and requested brochures. When they arrived I almost orgasmed.
The beast sold for $500 in 1978 ($2500 in 2023 dollars). I was working, but I wasn't making anywhere near enough money to shell out that amount all at once, so I took out a loan. My folks thought I was crazy, but they cosigned the loan nevertheless.
Remember my early-adopter curse?
Yeah…
The turntable worked flawlessly for about a year. Then, one night I went to put on a record and it started spinning out of control no matter if I'd set it to 33 or 45.
I took it to the local authorized repair center. They determined that one of those fancy-schmanzy ICs had gone bad.
Several weeks later, not hearing anything back from them, I inquired as to the status. "The IC is backordered. No ETA."
I was jonesing for my music by that point. I'd just received a nice tax refund, so I thought I'd go pick up a 1500MK2 (the fully manual version, a couple hundred dollars cheaper) and use that until the 1300MK2 could be repaired.
Unfortunately, like with the original 1300, this MK2 line of turntables had been discontinued, replaced by the 1600MK2 series.
I didn't care as much for the styling of these new turntables. They weren't as sexy. Gone was the digital display, the under-platter strobe dots, and the precise pitch selection. On the upside, the tonearms were much, much better.
Now, of course, 45 years later, I think this line is just as sexy as the previous one in their own way. There's no denying that Technics was at their height of turntable design during this period.
So despite all the negatives, I plunked down $300 or so for a semi-automatic SL-1700Mk2. I could've gotten by even more cheaply by getting the fully manual 1800Mk2, but the price difference wasn't enough to offset the convenience of at least having the arm return to its rest when the record ended.
With still no movement on the 1300MK2 repair, I wrote Panasonic directly and explained what was going on with the local shop. They instructed me to retrieve the deck and send it directly to their service center in Los Angeles. I did that, and about a week later it was shipped back, fully repaired.
Unfortunately…it was left at our neighbor's house (whom we did not get along with), alone with their two feral pre-teens. You can figure out what happened next.
After contacting UPS and Panasonic, I was told Panasonic would file a claim with UPS and I was to ship the remains back to Panasonic for replacement.
A couple weeks later I received a "new" 1300MK2 from Panasonic. I say "new" because it was an obviously refurbished unit. It had no serial number, and to me it never really "felt" right. I stuck with the 1700MK2 I'd bought and ended up selling this Panasonic replacement unit about a year later.
Prior to all this turntable drama happening, one afternoon I was walking down the stereo aisles of the now long-defunct LaBelle's Catalog Showroom, and I passed a set of components that literally made me stop in my tracks and do a 180. Another Technics creation:
Okay, there was nothing wrong with my Sony. It was behaving itself and hadn't blown up since that initial incident a few years earlier. But damn…to me these were sexy beyond words. And they sounded good. Again, the $800 list price for the complete set ($3900 in 2023 dollars) was a little beyond reach, but I could afford to buy the individual pieces as funds allowed, and LaBelle's had steep discounts on everything so I'm sure the total I laid out for all three totaled no more than about 2/3 of that.
I started with the tuner. I'd been without radio since I got the Sony after graduation but it wasn't that big a deal to me. Phoenix has always been a radio wasteland, so it wasn't really missed. That changed one morning after I got the tuner when I woke up and turned it on and instead of hearing the usual jazz station I'd always tuned to, I heard disco. KXTC DISCO 92!
The preamp followed, hooked up to the power amp section of the Sony. And finally, I acquired the power amp with that bouncing LED power meter that caught my eye as I walked down the aisle months earlier.
At some point before August 1980 (I remember this date because it was when I moved out of my folks' house and into my own apartment), I grew tired of the sound from these components and made the mistake of putting the Sony back in the system. I'd forgotten how wonderful the Sony sounded. I boxed up the Technics amp and preamp and sold them to a local resale shop. I kept the tuner.
And then the Sony blew up again.
No longer under warranty, this was an expensive repair, but worth it.
Until about 1982, my system was stable. I was happy with how it sounded and everything was working as it should.
And then the Sony blew up again.
Repairs on the Sony TA-5650 were now prohibitively expensive since I no longer had the luxury of living rent-free at home. I was beginning to think it was time to say goodbye to the VFET, especially if I was going to be looking at that thing self-destructing every couple years.
Since the last time the Sony had been repaired, there had been a lot of strides made technologically in the hi-fi industry and it seemed integrated circuits were taking over everything. Of course, being the early adopter I was, I heard the siren call of this new technology. But would this be a repeat of the coolness-over-sound quality mistake I'd made with the Technics micro components?
Yeah. It was. Coolness won out. Again.
I mean there was nothing wrong with the way the new Sony amp sounded, but it definitely wasn't cut from the same cloth as its predecessor. Despite that, it remained in my system for several years and was trouble-free the entire time. From 1982 through 1986 my system consisted of this Sony TA-A5 integrated amplifier, the Technics SL-1700MK2 turntable, and my trusty Infinity 1001A loudspeakers.
In 1984, after nearly 12 years in this "hobby," I got my first cassette deck:
It wasn't anything special (despite the claims of the above advertisement), but it worked well enough to make tapes for the car and to give to friends.
A little over a year later I moved back to Tucson. While there, I helped a friend (Kate, whatever happened to you?) buy her first hi-fi. We went to Jerry's Audio and picked out a nice Yamaha receiver and a pair of Phase Tech speakers. I don't remember if she got a tape deck or turntable with the system, but I do remember being very impressed by the new Yamaha equipment.
I was so impressed in fact, that—having grown weary of the mediocre sound, the functionality, and the novelty of the knobless Sony TA-AX5, for the second time in my life I took out a small loan and came home with new stereo equipment: a 100-watt per channel Yamaha A-700 integrated amplifier, and a T-700 digital tuner.
A few months later, armed with a generous tax refund, I returned and picked up a Yamaha CD-500 compact disk player (my first!) and a KT-540 cassette deck.
In 1986, after moving to San Francisco, I finally retired the venerable Infinity 1001As. When I returned to Tucson for Christmas that year, I went to Jerry's and picked up my own set of Phase Tech PC60 loudspeakers and stands. Several months later I picked up the matching subwoofer from a shop in The City.
Toward the end of 1987, I started getting rid of my vinyl collection and sold the Technics SL-1700MK2 turntable. As I've written about before, this was one of the dumbest moves I've ever made in my life.
At this point, my system consisted of the Yamaha A-700 integrated amplifier, T-700 tuner, K-540 cassette deck, CD-500 CD player, and the Phase Tech PC60 loudspeakers/subwoofer. In 1990, I retired the CD-500 and bought a Yamaha CDX-730 CD player. The system remained essentially unchanged for the next decade, although when I briefly moved back to Arizona in 1995 I sold the tuner because Tucson was a radio wasteland and I'd plugged into DMX, rendering over-the-air broadcasts superfluous.
In 1997, after moving back to San Francisco, I met Barry Walters, the then music critic/columnist for the SF Examiner. The first time I visited his flat, it took my breath away. There was a twenty-foot long, floor to ceiling bookcase dividing his living room/kitchen from his bedroom in this fourth-floor walk-up attic apartment—and it was completely full of vinyl records. There wasn't a single title I threw his way that he could not walk over and retrieve from his collection (and I threw out some pretty obscure stuff). Around the same time I was messing around with Barry, Amoeba Records opened near the east entrance of Golden Gate Park, and looking through the bins there brought such waves of nostalgia over me I knew it was time to buy a new turntable.
Unfortunately, no one was really making turntables at that time that weren't absolute crap aside from Technics and their legendary SL-1200MK2, which was totally out of my budget. I called a used stereo equipment store in Berkeley and asked if they had any Technics MK2 series available because I really wanted another 1300MK2. They said did occasionally, but did not have any currently. But hey, they'd just gotten a near-mint 1600 in. Would I be interested in that?
Of course I would be interested! I drove across the Bay Bridge that afternoon and came home with the same model of the first "good" table I'd ever bought.
But that got me thinking. How could I find another 1300MK2? This was pre-eBay and the internet was still in its infancy, so it's not like I could just go online, input the model number and come up with a dozen being offered for sale. I think I eventually made a connection through AOL with a seller who was located in San Diego. After agreeing on the price, I arranged to drive down and pick it up in person, not wanting to risk having it damaged in shipping.
[to be continued, because this is already way longer than I anticipated]
I fear the days on my last remaining social media website are numbered. I'm done with this bullshit.
First they tweaked their API so you can no longer use third-party apps to access their content. (GRIDS allowed me to filter out ads completely.) While I can still get online with them using GRIDS, I get knocked off randomly and I'm forced to log in again via a pop-up Instagram window. Once I'm logged in, I automatically get logged out of the native app on my phone, forcing me to log in there again. Rinse and repeat ad nauseam.
And now this bullshit. Apparently leaving less-than-flattering comments on their imported Chinese crap ads isn't allowed… (That isn't being racist; 90% of what is being advertised on the platform ships from mainland China.)
4th Grade. Phys Ed teacher Mr. Davis. Ex-marine. Dark hair, 'stache, perpetual three-day scruff. Hair peeking out of the neck of his too-tight t-shirts and perky nipples that were always at attention. Hairy legs and an ass just like that picture. I didn't have a name for it back then, but I knew what I wanted.