The Sad Saga Of Audiophile James Robert Johnson

Herein lies the sad story of James Robert Johnson. A person that worked hard his whole life to provide for his family and one day hopefully fund his closeted love for Aboriginal Jazz Music. One day, JRJ found an old oil lamp when cleaning out his three car garage. The Genie from within gave him three wishes. After years of delayed gratification and compromise, JRJ sold his soul to the Devil and finally arrived at what he thought was truly audio Nirvana. He even gutted his retirement account and took out a second mortgage to fund the things the Genie denied classifying the purchases as “Injudicious and grossly excessive”. 

In the shadow of the packing crates from DHL, FedEx, and UPS, hot in his trembling and sweaty little manicured hands is the command and control remote, hand hewn from pure Beryllium engraved with his initials. Standing before him a vision akin to the eighth wonder of the world. The latest and greatest pair of bespoke speakers with driver material imported from the planet Mars because it sounds better than Uranus. He hooked them up to hand made, mono block, Pure Class Negative A amplifiers formed from solid blocks of copper and turquoise mined by elves in the Black Forrest of Germany. All hooked up to pure solid core ribbon Francium cables, named after Greek Gods embedded in a micro fine layer of organic yogurt because it has no skin effect. Leaving nothing to spare, he hired two retired engineers from the local power company to develop his own power plant, right next door, with 2.9 Hectatonnes of pure unadulterated alternating current , converted to direct current, and visa versa indefinitely.  All virgin power was connected directly to his signature power outlets, in a waterfall configuration. During the weeks it was all warming up, bedding in, and running itself in - he hired the very same acoustical design company that was rumored to tune Chris and Tom Lord-Alge’s recording studios. All standing behind him, the owner and salesperson of the local Unobtanium HI FI shop were fingering each others new Rolex’s, the CEO’s of half of the components he bought were grinning from ear to ear. All holding freshly poured glasses of Moët, his favorite song of all time was on cue. What could possibly go wrong…

From the first note, a strange flood and swirling storm of emotions almost incapacitated him the longer he listened. Trying not to show his disappointment, he was almost brought to tears - for all of the wrong reasons. Hearing the high fives of the HI FI Elite behind him also fueled his confusion. “It sounds impressive, but I expected amazing... This has to sound amazing? they all seem to think so. This system cost as much as my first house!  Everything I thought I knew about good sound is now in question! Am I the problem? It sounded amazing when I first heard it through my iPhone on Youtube! I even verified on my laptop! What could be wrong? I’ve read every neutral and completely unbiased review in The Definitive Sound News! This shit was even at Audio Mecca, SEMA, CES, and The Rocky Mountain Horror Audio Show. Mainstream media even said this shit is great and they would never lie. That New Wanker feature "What Component Names To Look For In A Really Cool Audiophile"… The Robbed Report article "What To Buy When You Have More Money Than Brains"… Every trusted YouTube darling and expert swore this would end my search forever! They even bought the deeply discounted almost free review samples!?!?! WTF! Maybe after more champagne and a few gummies this will sound better.” 

Enter Reality - Peering Behind The Curtain - Everything Is Not Always As It Appears In OZ

Please sit down my friend and get your kids to sort you an edible. Pour yourself a whiskey to keep on standby - I’m here to bring your heavily distorted reality into view. 

It is almost IMPOSSIBLE for anyone to source and set up a HI FI system that is set up by an completely unbiased professional NOT wanting or needing to push new equipment or accessories on you. 

Even me. I’m here to convince you that you might need my services. I am biased. Let’s get that out of the way. My client relationships have to be embedded and built upon a foundation of truth and trust. But at some point, you will and must always be the final judge and jury. It’s your system and the only person's opinion that matters on how it sounds is YOU.

Now to the million dollar questions.