Words...

If you have been reading my blogs you will have noted that I struggle with language to describe what it is I am hearing. In my attempt is to be as accurate as possible, a simple and true description appears as hyperbole. If I say that this system is at the very least on par with any other top system in existence,  I can say it with confidence and yet know that many will not take such a statement seriously and will even view it with disdain as the ramblings of a deranged egomaniac. I’m willing to live with that. Nevertheless, never in my experience have so many elements been combined into such a coherent and cohesive whole. Never has amp spoken to speaker like this. Never before have I experienced sound that reached right into my nervous system and played it like an instrument.
 
You can only decide whether what I say is true is by hearing it for yourself, and for that, you will have to come to us. I have no plans at present to haul this precisely calibrated and highly tweaked system to a show. The word will have to be spread by those who take it upon themselves to test the validity of my words in person by making the pilgrimage.
 
Things were fabulous in previous incarnations, but two recent events have pushed us over the edge into Holy Grail territory:

1. Upgrading the SMc Audio custom amplifier that drives the Feastrex D5e Type II field coil driver (full range from 200 cycles up. The Lotus Group Granada Loudspeaker is a calibrated two-way, actively crossed over, open baffle loudspeaker), and,

​2. Replacing the speaker cables that connect that amp to the drivers with our magnum opus Sukhavati cables. Since they both arrived at the same time, more or less, and since we started off with a new calibration it is hard to say exactly what each is contributing, but the result is staggering. We are not finished yet, there are more improvements to come.
 
The stage is limitless. It can encompass a club, The Barns at Wolftrap, a stadium or interstellar space. Each sound arises from nothing, proclaims itself to the firmament, dies and is resurrected in a cosmic cycle. 

Let’s be clear: To say that the speakers disappear would not wholly or accurately capture what is occurring here. It’s as if their purpose is not to make sound directly but to send invisible bolts of energy from left and right to the precise point in space from which the sound will arise, and create a new driver there, more solid than the physical one – a driver that lives and breathes and converses with space. That source exists in its own being at that one point, nowhere else. Pulsing in all directions, it floats with absolute freedom, sailing, coasting, soaring, stomping, pirouetting, while echoes illuminate boundaries and fade away.

​A chorus of life-size men stands arrayed around the lead singer as drums and guitars, basses, voices, concertinas and horns come forward, filling the stage from floor to ceiling, side to side and front to back. Light splashes onto everything. It spills onto the performers clothes, the bell of a horn, and beads of sweat on the singers’ chests.

I stare ahead, mouth agape, immersed, drinking deeper than ever before. The pleasure centers have been hard wired and are lit up like a Christmas tree. 

Sukhavati, as I have previously explained means “Realm of Bliss”. That would be correct.