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You couldn't smack this around with a fist full of Viagra in one hand. And other fist full of hundreds! Your soft too...

Your just getting soft on us..

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Those are some nice horns

What do you use for your vinyl?

Read this http://www.6moons.com/audioreviews/tuberolling/tuberolling.html

The rca d4 disc washer I hear is not the same as the original . but vintage one's on eBay are to much money.. I was thinking about the record doctor . It's about $200.+or-. Or does anyone have any thought's on something else.

"Old Michael, walked past the pet shop – which was never open – into the park – which was never closed. And in the park was a very smooth, clean green grass. So Michael, took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanies himself with a little tune… It went like this… Beneath the ground, the dirty brown writhing things, called worms, interpreted the pitter patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm-world means two things: Mating and Bathtime. Both of these experiences were found thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony… simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased – Old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time, to accompany himself. It went like this:" At this point Phil would again play the hi-hat and Peter would whistle a version of the hymn "Jerusalem" (37). "Jerusalem Boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant THE SUPPER IS READY!"

What record cleaners work best ?

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How about this http://www.ebay.com/itm/Replacement-Tweeter-for-Klipsch-K-77-EV-T-35-Pair-New-/370619673489

Try this https://www.partstore.com/Model/Klipsch+Audio+Technologies/Klipsch/ICONVF35.aspx

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You can try this. http://www.dared.us/products_dv6c.php then find a preamp with phono..

Haven't stopped listening too it ! Anything else I should give a spin ?

They been up for a month now... Price as drop $200. Was at $650...

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? Does anyone know what happened to the painted rock on mile marker 45 Nys thurway on I 87 north ...it was steal your face... I remembered it in the 70's & early 80's ... I googled earth it some years back could not find it... The painting on the rock was huge!!!!

http://aeaaudio.com/ try this I hope this helps you!

"Old Michael, walked past the pet shop – which was never open – into the park – which was never closed. And in the park was a very smooth, clean green grass. So Michael, took off all his clothes, and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean green grass. He accompanies himself with a little tune… It went like this… Beneath the ground, the dirty brown writhing things, called worms, interpreted the pitter patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm-world means two things: Mating and Bathtime. Both of these experiences were found thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony… simultaneously. And within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased – Old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time, to accompany himself. It went like this:" At this point Phil would again play the hi-hat and Peter would whistle a version of the hymn "Jerusalem" (37). "Jerusalem Boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant THE SUPPER IS READY!"

Agree wholeheartedly with this.... ...Those that think a persons post count reflects their knowledge or "value" are WRONG there are definitely people here with high post counts that spout BS consistently . If you post you should be able to defend your post or at least state that its an educated guess or only your opinion ! If you don't have the backbone to back up your remarks... ...and just as importantly, the integrity and courage to admit when you are wrong.

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