That was the year of my treats. I was single, employed, and had more money then I knew what to do with. A close-out on a Carver 2000 Reciever for 800 and some odd assorted bucks.
I had fun with that Reciever. I blew most of the cones in my Polks with that reciever. Jake brought a mouse into the home one evening and laid it directly in front of the Carver 2000; an offering. I could have killed him. I was in a rage. That mouse might be impossible to find and take residence under the shelf near the Carver. It might one day eat Carver wires. But I found the mouse, shot it with a pellet gun, and Jake was forgiven. Good cat and good stereo in those days.
The Carver saw me married, I let the duoplex merge into the front of the house, and rented the whole damn thing.
Carver saw several people get turned on to music, folk, blues, fringe. Carver saw my new children as they appeared and then grew, each seeking to turn on or twist one of Carver's knobs as they matured. See what happens when the volumn knob is cranked all the way round? A screaming, crying baby and a big fat white noise roar before the silence of the fuse.
The last several years have been hard on the gray box. Knobs grew brittle and went South. The fuse insert broke. The Sonic Holography went away. And today, when I tried to turn it on, it refused. My Mother in law watched our children while I was in Texas. She says all she did was press the switch and it didn't work. Probably. Several blinds in the house were pulled down to the floor as well, not working either.
I might disect the machine tomorow and see about that switch. But the Carver is almost 20 years old. No money at present for these things but some day maybe a new reciever, or even just an pre-amp and an amp.
A good reciever is like an old hunting dog you hate to see go blind. You keep it around as long as you can.
munk
I had fun with that Reciever. I blew most of the cones in my Polks with that reciever. Jake brought a mouse into the home one evening and laid it directly in front of the Carver 2000; an offering. I could have killed him. I was in a rage. That mouse might be impossible to find and take residence under the shelf near the Carver. It might one day eat Carver wires. But I found the mouse, shot it with a pellet gun, and Jake was forgiven. Good cat and good stereo in those days.
The Carver saw me married, I let the duoplex merge into the front of the house, and rented the whole damn thing.
Carver saw several people get turned on to music, folk, blues, fringe. Carver saw my new children as they appeared and then grew, each seeking to turn on or twist one of Carver's knobs as they matured. See what happens when the volumn knob is cranked all the way round? A screaming, crying baby and a big fat white noise roar before the silence of the fuse.
The last several years have been hard on the gray box. Knobs grew brittle and went South. The fuse insert broke. The Sonic Holography went away. And today, when I tried to turn it on, it refused. My Mother in law watched our children while I was in Texas. She says all she did was press the switch and it didn't work. Probably. Several blinds in the house were pulled down to the floor as well, not working either.
I might disect the machine tomorow and see about that switch. But the Carver is almost 20 years old. No money at present for these things but some day maybe a new reciever, or even just an pre-amp and an amp.
A good reciever is like an old hunting dog you hate to see go blind. You keep it around as long as you can.
munk
That definitely includes all the HI Khukuris I own. 