
In any case, I made it.
It wasn't until I got the units home — after the bumpy ten minute walk from the Grove Street station and up my three flights of wobbly stairs — that I realized I'd need some interconnects to actually make the things work. Duh. They looked so pretty, too, just sitting there, all quiet but teeming with watts and dynamics and stuff. Such a tease.
I shot an e-mail out to JA.
To: Atkinson, John
From: Mejias, Stephen
Yo JA! I want to hook up the Musical Fidelity pieces this weekend, but I'm guessing I'll need some interconnects. If you have any interconnects just hanging out at your place, would you be able to bring them in for me, please?
And JA got right back to me.
To: Mejias, Stephen
From: Atkinson, JohnWill do so, Stephen.
Cool, right?
Next morning, JA actually came in with two different sets of interconnects: one cheap pair and one more expensive.
I held them up in the air, taking note of their many differences, question marks dancing in my eyes.
"The cheap pair," JA explained, "are not shielded. So, if they hum, it means..."
JA paused. I waited, anxiously hanging on to the silence.
If they hum, it means...?
It means...?
"Well," he continued, "if they hum, it means they don't know the words to the song."















