The week started out rough, I'll be the first to admit it. Monday night we went out with Lairen and Heather to Bare Bones Cafe and it served as a useful and smile-filled evening to soften the blow. Tuesday the mental breakdowns were still flowing, but by Wednesday the tears stopped and Dean and I had a chance to reminisce about our precious agents and we smiled. And laughed. And accepted that we gave them the best life that two little rats could ask for.
Wednesday also marked the induction of the greatest sound system that two hipsters in denial could ask for.
With our collective Christmas money, Dean and I decided it was time to invest in a fancy turntable. We found this Denon on Craigslist for $150, a bargain for a turntable that is valued upon original purchase at $400 and, by today's standards, far more than even that. Through trial and error, we happened upon a Kenwood receiver from the early nineties, before product consumer disclosure standards were lowered.
The prize in this entire bundle, in my opinion, are the Bose 501 series IV speakers pictured above.
My dad purchased these in 1985, shortly after they came out. He has had them ever since and they are the speakers that I remember growing up listening to. When my dad heard about the turntable and receiver we acquired, he was more than anxious to send these speakers to Dean and I. He recently purchased a TV that occupied too much space in his living room to allot space for these monsters and they were nestled rather uncomfortably and much to my Dad's dismay in his attic. He sent us these precious speakers of his under the condition that we never sell them and if the day came that we were no longer able to house them, we would send them back to him.
The same day we received the speakers, we went to Value Village in search of a shelving unit of sorts to house our vinyl, turntable, and receiver. The encasement pictured above cost us twelve dollars, and during our thrift store venture, I found an original Apple pressing of Abbey Road. The day was full of successes.
|The Replacements' Tim coursing through our speakers and ears.|
After dealing with such hardships earlier in the week, a killer vintage sound system and a night fueled with beers and cigarettes happened to be exactly what I needed.