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Originally Posted by Uncle Erik 
Once you hear what the HD-650 is capable of you'll be upgrading.
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I think you just queered the deal. If he wasn't on his way to a meet, he is now. Chicago, huh? I wonder if Value Jet is still flying.
Your post made me think about that jaw-dropper moment, the one each of us has when the world gets a couple of sizes larger in the fraction of an eye.
When I was growing up in the 70s, we didn't even have a stereo in the broadest sense. We had a radio. My father, in a fit of religious zeal, bought a cassette recorder from Kmart so he could listen to sermons he'd ordered as "gift item #12765." I was figuring out how to wire the speaker on a clock radio to the auxiliary mic on the recorder to be the Napster of my trailer park.
I'd just discovered the joy of headphones. I had a plastic pair I'd bought at Kmart or Woolworths. I'd cut the big 1/4 " connector off and spliced it to an earphone connector to fit the jack on the tape recorder. It wasn't even in stereo, and the tapes I was using were pure crap, but I was still stunned by the difference.
And then I was taking music lessons at the home of my violin instructor, and his stereo just blew my mind. It was my first venture into a bigger world. I didn't know anything about electronics but I was going to order a stereo tape head and use two recorders (the second to amp the other track) but chickened out at the last minute. The $40 it would cost for that tape head just seemed like a lot of money. It was for a junior-high kid in the 70s.
I can remember, a few years later - after a portable record player, a console stereo (furniture with tubes), an 8-track player and my first component system (a flashing phony SoundDesign) - how the optometrist next door had a system that totally blew mine to bits. I couldn't understand why his speakers sounded so much better (real woofers will do that). I specifically remember how his headphones - on something as light as Al Stewart singing "Year of the Cat," just raped my latest plastic headphone acquisition. Somehow, there was just so much more music there - and turning up the volume didn't fix it.
I wonder how long this guy has before the headfi termites make a run for his wallet. Better find Al Gore's "lock box." Run, Forrest, run.