I am tempted to tell you to quickly run into the "cour des petites écuries in Paris X", to cast your prejudices to the dogs and let you bring by the magic of the music.
But also to warn you, because if you wait that you brush in the direction of the hair go your way, the anger and wrath are close.
This is an area whitout compromises where we must come humbly. Enjoy this chance to share a moment of history, history of high fidelity with these devices as old as me for some.
Because it is about life. These objects talk to us, if only they would have a soul attached to our soul and the strength to love. They tell us a time when hope is not vain, where the possibilities are there, the imaginary festive, joyous, generous: a musical history ...
The stereo accurately reflects our society and its expectations, fears, anxieties. It is listed today in the analytical logic, mechanical, pure, perfect... illusory.
The hi-fi beginnings may be light years away from these considerations. It is sharing, warmth, friendliness, human after all.
That is what Music Hall is, a space "humanized", with its contradictions, its passions, its emotions, dislikes, pleasures, weaknesses, graze, all that makes us so special in the end.
I see sceptical pout, mocking smiles, and the bards of the performance scolding me of the glance, questioning the improbable result.
And many an interim system I just fell in love, and my old McIntosh roused Vulcain.
Music!
to be continued ...
