Memories........What made you catch the Audio Bug?

I remember the early years when my father used to play music on his Grundig Radiogram. The equipment with Ivory switches and teak cabinet fascinated me. Looking at the black shiny disks spinning fast and with a needle on top of it producing all the sounds always intrigued me. I had no idea why the system sounded so good; today when I look back I can understand why! It was a one-piece system; everything was almost perfectly matched and had the tubes! I had no way of comparing the equipment, but whatever was being reproduced had sounded very good.

My first memories of music were the "Blue Danube", Xaviar Cugat, Glenn Miller, Mantovani and his orchestra, soundtrack from Lawrence of Arabia (my favourite movie of all time), Spartacus (the real film about a gladiator), and some others.

My dad passed away in 1999 and on many occasions when I listen to music alone I really miss him, especially when I listen to the music mentioned above. He taught me how to handle the shiny black disks!

I taught my son the same thing back when he was just 3 years old. He is 14 now and knows a lot more about how to put together a hifi system than most kids his age.

Thanks all, very enjoyable reading indeed!

What a great thread. Not surprising that there are more postings on this thread than on most others on 'Gon. Also not surprising that so many of them start with "My Dad got me hooked....".

Well, my dad got me hooked. I was born in '59, so my friends were listening to a lot of 60s and 70s rock as I grew up. So was I, and I was playing it in my band, but I always spent a few hours a week listening to Jamal, Peterson, Evans, Wes, Miles, etc., with my dad. He had a small den with classic 60s style built-in bar/TV/stereo cabinetry, which contained (to the best of my recollection) a Scott tube amp and tuner and a Garrard turntable. Vinyl ,vinyl and more vinyl, "Friday with Frank [Sinatra]" on WWBD-FM, and a mother and sister who just didn't get the fascination.

When I was 16 my parents bought me my first "good" stereo, a Marantz 2225 receiver, Sony PL-518 turntable and speakers that I don't remember ('cuz I blew them out freshman year and replaced them with ADS floorstanders). My dad was more excited about my new equipment than I was. I didn't understand it then. I do now, as my 8 year-old son and I snuggle on the couch and listen to a lot of the same stuff my dad spun for me 30 years ago. I still have the Marantz, all tuned up and cranking fine down in the kids' playroom, while I listen to my Mac/Mac/Harbeth system up in the "daddy den". That Marantz will probably go with Ben to college in 10 years. I hope he takes a love of music there, too.

My dad suffered for 15 years with Lou Gehrig's disease, the last 8 of it confined to a bed or wheelchair. Happy moments for him were sparse during that time, but among his best were Saturday mornings or weeknights when I would go over and sit with him while we listened to whatever struck our fancy. It was never more apparent to me than then just how restorative music could be.

My thanks to everybody who contributed to this delightful thread. It awakened a lot of great memories for me.

What a great thread!

Chathamdad i also was born in '59 and was hooked by my dad as well. Back in the late '60s and early '70s he had a nice system with a Fisher tube integrated amp, a Garrard turntable and a pair of whaferdale speakers. He listened primarily to male/female vocals, trios and other groups in spanish. I would sit down with him and listen and asked everything about the artists, the compositions and the equipment. I could not afford my first system until i got to college. Since then i have gone through many system changes all to the upside. My musical palate has also evolved and now i'm most comfortable with jazz, female vocals and light classical music. However i still love the spanish music and artists that my father introduced me to and have sought and found that music on cd's. Not too long ago i had my in-laws over to my house and surprised them with some of that precious music from their and my father's generation and they could not believe how beatifully it sounded. They were almost in tears reminiscing of times 40 or so years ago. Aren't we fortunate that dad showed us the way!

I was exposed to Hi-Fi and live music from a young age, I thought all music sounded great until I heard lesser systems. Lucky me!

My Dad was a cabinet and speaker builder in the Seattle area during the 60s and 70s. We had a system he built that went through many changes over the years. At one time he had some large cabinets with some E-V Voice of the Theatre drivers. All tube amp at that time, and a Dual turntable (I think). This system had a huge full sound. I remember playing it 'at Volume' quite often while the folks were away. Once I played the Beatles 'Dear Prudence' over and over just to hear (and feel) that wonderful bass line.

I used to have a number of friends come over to the house and they always loved to hear the music. We would play all kinds of contemporary music. At that time it was Doobie Bros, Led Zep, Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Beatles, Rolling Stones. I remember one time we were all sitting on the sofa, (under the influence of something I'd be sure) Led Zep playing (Kashmir?) at a moderate volume, and watching cartoons. We were zoning away when suddenly everybody said at the same time "DID YOU SEE THAT?" - the music and the cartoon had been in synch for quite some time and it got to the point where we all returned from our inspired leave of absence to realize it...

My mother used to listen to Mancini's 'Breakfast at Tiffani's' quite often- I still love that music. What a big enveloping sound carressing and massaging the whole body. You could feel the magnificent presence deep in your chest, even at lower volumes. Moon River and Something for Cat were favorites. The big meandering bassline and smooth airy strings along with the sharp horns and jassy percussion. Wonderful. I have just recently achieved that similar audio nirvana with my own system.

One time, a few of us were at a guys house, down in his basement bedroom. He put on Peter Frampton's new album and played 'Do you Feel like we do?' The song was OK, the system was marginal. He kept saying 'check out that bassline!' I guess it was there, but I couldn't really feel it. I pretended to be enthused.

Some weeks later he stopped by our house for the first time. I put on something... it may have been Chicago's 'I'm a Man'. If you know that song, it starts off with this immense bass rift and then hits huge percussion. I guess I'm a little mean-heheh- I turned it up and let 'er rip. He literally fell back in his seat when those Voice of the Theatre's cleared their throats. I think it may have been 'a hi-fi memory' in the making!

We all must have so many musical memories from the past. They are all unique and special. The joy is in passing new memories to the next generation.