(These were the higher-cost model, with the sexy real-wood cabinets.) I was floored by how well and effortlessly these speakers filled the banquet hall with clean, distortion-free sound.Īs Larry and I talked about speakers, our attention shifted to more current designs. I attended one of my brothers' wedding receptions (he's still happily married 32 years later), for which another brother had donated his original "Large" Advents for DJ duty. I'd always favored the Advent camp, and not just because they seemed to play the most interesting music-their systems always sounded the most natural and uncolored. I never had enough cash to buy my own hi-fi until well after graduate school, so I freeloaded off my brothers' systems. But it was full of music lovers who fell neatly into three camps: the California School owned JBL Decades, the New England School had Smaller Advents, and the Renegades boasted bootlegged Bose 901s (footnote 1). Ours was not a jock house, nor was it the last bastion of rampant male sexuality-it was, after all, an MIT frat house. Strong friendships were formed, and ever since, we've kept in touch with most of our fraternity's brothers-in-heart. Those were four of the best years of my life. One day last year, my friend Larry and I were talking about our college-fraternity days and loudspeakers.
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