hand-me-downs 2.1
26 April 2007
my dad has an awesome sound system.
giant floor standing b&o speakers, and a really good amp.
before that it was large teak-boxed castle warwick ones, and before that something else that he’d salivated over in a hi-fi magazine for a few months before bringing home bound in bubblewrap and spending hours wiring, repositioning and ‘checking the levels’.
the thing is he’ll only play mark knophler or phil collins through them.
actually, that’s not true. he’s got an auspicious classical collection and sure, that all sounds brilliant through hundreds of pounds of hardware. but i grew up with very little pop music playing. we were a staunch radio four family and long car journeys were filled with news and documentaries from bush house, a bit of elgar, vivaldi or san saens, some story tapes and maybe some flanders & swann for singing along to.
very occasionally there’d be something my parent’s friends had taped from vinyl for us, or a throw back to before my ma and pa were married. simon and garfunkel, elton john, supertramp, 10cc, steeleye span or the inter galactic touring band (yeah… exactly. who?).
unsurprisingly i was a book nerd growing up - something the complete absence of knowledge of duran duran, wham or the human league only conspired to compound in me, so while my friends were talking about singles and taping the top forty i sunk deeper into the hobbit and pg wodehouse novels.
which is all context for my hand me downs.


