Meridian F80 CD Receiver System Page 2

Do I buy that argument? Pretty much—but I have to admit that I was slow to accept it. At first, the F80 really was just a radio to me, albeit a very handsome one. First, I came to realize that its AM section sounded uncommonly good, allowing me to enjoy my favorite shows, such as On the Media and Wait Wait . . . Don't Tell Me! at their more convenient WNYC-AM broadcast times. In the beginning, I was just happy that the AM tuner was quiet, but I came to realize that it also sounded more than acceptably fine.

The FM tuner, not surprisingly, is far better, which is a bit of a pity when you consider the debased signals most commercial broadcasters transmit these days. Give it a good signal to lock on to and the F80 will shine. I caught WNYC's broadcast of Bach's Christmas Oratorio on the winter solstice, and it sounded huge. All that sound coming from that little red thing? Mercy!

Win some, lose some, crash some
If I seem to have given the F80's disc drive scant notice, that's because I did, at first. Thinking of it as a table radio will do that for you. One evening, I was attempting to tell my wife how compelling I found Raising Sand, by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss (CD, Rounder 9075). Giving up, I ran downstairs, grabbed the disc, and loaded it into the Meridian.

The room turned into a torrid swamp as Jay Bellerose's big beats rang out and Marc Ribot and T Bone Burnett's reverb'd guitars began twining around one another. The sound wasn't just big—it was enveloping. Immense. Intense. Immediate.

The Meridian F80 is not just a table radio. It might be the best table radio ever.

I took Raising Sand into my listening room, where I had the Ayre Acoustics C-5xe universal player, Conrad-Johnson ACT2.2 preamplifier, and Musical Fidelity Nu-Vista 300 power amp driving a pair of Hansen Prince V2 loudspeakers. It sounded good, real good. Big, too. There was really no way in which this album didn't sound better than it did on the F80—yet the big rig lacked that frisson of sounding better than it ought to.

The Meridian is one of the few audio products I've had that actually made me a bit giddy. It seemed almost too good to be true—but it really was that good.

Years ago, when I lived in Oregon, I spent one Tequila-fueled evening on the coast with a professional photographer and two models. We wound up dancing on the beach by moonlight to "Judy in Disguise (with Glasses)," by John Fred and His Playboy Band—a song that had never particularly moved me. As the song ended, we plunged into the surf because we just couldn't dance any more. After our swim, as we tried to make our way back to the tide line, I caught my friend's eye. "What did we ever do to deserve this?"

"You don't deserve it," he replied, "but you got it anyway."

The Meridian F80 reminds me of that night—maybe I don't deserve a table radio this good, but I got to listen to it anyway.

On December 15, 2007, I had the opportunity to hear Neil Young's Chrome Dreams II tour at the United Palace of Prayer, at 175th and Broadway. Neil flat-out rocked that night, playing close to three hours. And thanks to Young's active taping underground, I had a two-CDR copy of the concert within the week—recorded with Schoeps Mk.Vs, yet.

I spent an afternoon cooking jambalaya, listening to live Neil Young, and it was like being given a ticket to my adolescence again. Not the Neil part—I have to admit to not getting him back then—I mean the visceral connection to the music that I remember from cruising around in my Plymouth Valiant. I've had better cars, I've had better car stereos—hell, I've had way better hi-fis—but I've seldom had as intense a connection with the music as I did from the heady mixture of being a teenager away from grownups, listening to music that was mine. Somehow, the F80 helped me have that same kind of bond with the music.

Through my big rig, Neil Young's United Palace of Prayer concert was a little too reverberant. Through the F80, it took me there.

Am I making too much of the F80's ability to take this old fogey into his second (third?) teenagehood? Perhaps, but on the evening before I flew out to Las Vegas for the 2008 Consumer Electronics Show, my neighbor Jeff Wong dropped by to say so long. We sat down at the kitchen table with small glasses of Bulleit bourbon and yakked about many things. I'd burned Jeff copies of the demo discs I was taking to Vegas, so we played them while we talked.

Charlie Haden's "Silence," from In Montreal, his live duet album with Egberto Gismonti (CD, ECM 1746), began playing. Gismonti played a few quiet piano chords, then Haden's distinct double bass rang out. Jeff stopped talking for an instant and closed his eyes. "That has to be Charlie Haden," he said. "Nobody else sounds like that."

He let it soak in for a few minutes, then said, dreamily, "He sounds . . . so . . ."

"Big!" my wife and I chorused with him. It was true. Haden was as big as life and he was right there. Nine minutes later, we could speak again—but for those moments, all we wanted in the world was to listen.

My accountant tells me you can't sell a Ferrari that isn't red
The Meridian F80 is a very handsome table radio. I loved it in Ferrari's classic red livery, but the chrome yellow is an eye-opener, and the black and silver are really nice, too. If you're Apple's Jonathan Ive, you'll go for the white.

But at $3000, I guess the F80 is expensive for a table radio. I have a Linn Classik in my kitchen, which, without speakers, is over $2000. I thought the F80 was a better radio, and it also plays hi-rez DVDs, which makes it more versatile, too. As Bob Stuart suggested, the F80 would make a nice companion to a high-resolution monitor.

But where the F80 really glowed for me was as a sort of hearth. I'd settle in for some morning news and a cuppa coffee. I'd catch some great music at noon, while I was reheating leftovers and relaxing at lunch. And I'd groove to my music in the evening, waiting for my wife to get off work. True, I could have done any of that at/with other radios I have (including a very fine reproduction of a classic magic-eye tuner), or with/at any one of several other systems in my house. However, I usually ended up listening to the Meridian, not out of some overly developed sense of duty, but because I liked it.

Ultimately, the only reason to own a $3000 anything is that it makes you happy. Every day at my house, the Meridian F80 easily passed that test. Looking at it made me happy. Listening to it put me in paradise.

Will it do the same for you? It wouldn't be the first time Rosso Corsa belonged in the winner's circle.

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