A few thoughts from an ageing cynic.
The High End is the final outcome if left un-treated of a mental health condition known as ‘being a Hi-Fi enthusiast‘.
It begins with just having an uneasy feeling that one’s music could ’sound’ better. Then follows a period of reading magazines, trawling the internet and generally lurking around specialist shops. Many opinions are to be found at this stage by those known as ‘experts‘, each having what are known as ‘golden ears‘ (or at least think they have).
The consensus becomes that is necessary to provide as much money as possible, naturally far more than one can afford, for the acquisition of various rare and precious artefacts. These will bring highly desirable properties, such as: ’great imaging’, ’articulate bass’, ’smooth midrange’,’ a shimmering treble’ and that very applicable acronym: PRAT.
Unfortunately, while satisfied for the time being that uneasy feeling never quite goes away, and so a further round of learned research and consultation reveals that even more precious and expensive artefacts (and letters from the bank manager) are needed to give an even ‘better sound‘. This time these often overpriced and financially ruinous items are mixed with large amounts of expensive snake oil to take us into the true hinterland of ’The High End’.
The whole process can be repeated a number of times depending on one’s cash flow, dentists seem to have an advantage here, though being in any of the professions helps. Until at last we achieve the true High End: high being elevated and end being final.
With perhaps an Merc and a Porker parked in the garage we can take our ease and enjoy what truly obscene amounts of money have brought us: odd banana shaped loudspeakers with lumps, amplifiers that need a fork lift truck to move them, a chrome plated turntable from a Victorian gothic mansion, all connected with wires thicker than hose pipe. Perhaps a chapel, er room acoustically designed to house the precious objects, has also been constructed, such is the land of dreams at the High End.
That is until we perhaps by chance find ourselves at a concert where a real orchestra is playing, and it becomes all too obvious how much further we have to travel. Even more serious though is when one starts thinking ‘not much detail in the bass’ or ‘the imaging isn’t to good’. It is at this point that medication may be needed.
Hey ho, such is the lot of the serious Hi-Fi enthusiast.
Is there a physiatrist in the house?
