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Originally Posted by kugino
zanth's interview with john grado says it's probably not going to happen...another upgraded special edition headphone, that is. if anything, once the rs-1 does not contend with the best out there, grado may work on improving the high-end phone. but a re-done 325? probably not. that's what the 325i was for.
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Frankly, Madam, I was speaking of a redesigned SR-
225, not 325, as atx inserted (to the profound colonic discomfort of all involved).
Having been on each side of the interview process before, I'm versed in The Art of Privacy Retention through Benign Omission. I was once lectured by a fellow musician for answering a question about my influences honestly, which is why I must ask to be forgiven for refusing to take anyone
else's interview as gospel. No matter that I respect and enjoy Grado headphones beyond the limitations of "your ankle is my halo, Madam" laudatory language.
Still:
My point was not to make predictions regarding Meester Senior Grado's plans. Rather, it was to reverse expectations ironically; to consider the arbitrary nature of Head-fi's used headphone forum: What's new and customized is always better (until it isn't).
Do keep in mind that I'm being facetious. Your blood pressure will thank you. (Blood Pressure: We go to motel now, Johnny?)
In the abstract, I could foresee a time when a pair of HF-1 that had never been fitted with C-Pads would command a higher price than a pair that had been, erm,
tampered with (the anti-euphemism for
improved).
That said, I'm itching below the waist to snatch a pair o' HF-1, which I expect to be using regularly at work. Can anyone recommend choice ointment until mine arrive?
Vlad the Polyester Incubus:
That's damned spanking news about your next shipment. Give my vicarious enjoyment to The Mid-October Twenty-Five. And remember to commission the Ultimate Rosewood Grado Case so that you may corral the business of challenged foonts like me, who never bothered to attend shop classes in Middle School and fear for the safety of our vast assortment of Brooklyn-finessed confections. (Headline: "Foont Terrorized by Artificial Sense of Balance.")
Noogy-noogy-noo-noo. . . .
