The navy bunk next to my uncle on that famous ship named after Star Trek. Was shipped by a different slow boat, but I always imagined it all boxed-up on Navy and who had gotten all the hi-fi equipment, including a reel-to-reel tape Imported from Japan on the USS Enterprise by my uncle who was serving in the
Tweeters and walnut-wood encased massive speakers were all part of dad’s hi-fi, Who “tweet” with their cellular devices now and whose tyrannical president Woofers and multiple medium and small tweeters.įunny how “tweeters” would make no sense at all to the next generations The vernacular of the time-record player with stereo sound and large bass
World by myself, listening to him on dad’s high-fidelity-hi-fi we called it in Shag-carpet floor with these huge, heavy headphones covering my ears, in a And that’s how he came to be a masterpiece to My rebellion, to love the old music, the by-gone singer. Worthy of pop-stardom and buying their music, and they must be loud, full of Record, and only the “a la mode”, the very most latest and greatest singer was They thought I was crazy for it was an old “Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa? His voice was.
