We had this in my house growing up
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At least $1000 to get properly started back in the day, although usually family that could afford these would not have purchased it all at once. Modules were added later in a couple of cases that I knew.
In 2025 money, that's like $5000-ish to fill the cabinet.
So not an insane amount of money to spend on something that should last for decades.
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Holy shit, that exact Sony EQ is right beside me! It's an SEH-310, made in Japan, 1981. I'm old enough to remember racks like that, was far too poor for stack of Sony gear. My shit has always been a random mess of cobbled together gear.
This was common. I didn't know anyone who actually went out and bought everything all the same brand right out of the gate.
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
That’s still in my house. And if I have my way, it will outlive me.
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It was a black Technics tower in my family home. I loved to play around with the huge graphic EQ without having a clue. I've also experienced the jack slap a few times (much later though with my own gear) but thankfully never right into an eye but always close to the eyes.
A right of passage for geriatric millenials
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I just finished donating my Marantz with "digital tubes" to an archival library
80s were weird like that. Digital tubes are an oxymoron. Like saying you have a fuel injected carburetor engine or something
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
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Holy shit, that exact Sony EQ is right beside me! It's an SEH-310, made in Japan, 1981. I'm old enough to remember racks like that, was far too poor for stack of Sony gear. My shit has always been a random mess of cobbled together gear.
We were decidedly middle class. My dad pounded tin for a living. He just liked music I guess.
I remember dorking around the EQ sliders, though having to reach a bit to get at them. This thing (black eye excluded) is probably why I'm hugely into music to this day. Some core memory forming shit or something
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This was common. I didn't know anyone who actually went out and bought everything all the same brand right out of the gate.
There was always that one family in the neighborhood.
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
Even now, that looks like a pretty badass system.
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That one appears to have a CD player, which most certainly wasn't included in the one I grew up with.
My parents' cabinet (console) didn't even have the cassette tape unit, just turntable and reel-to-reel.
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
God damn that takes me back. My parents had a stack like that in the 90s. Bottom portion was all CDs and the top was a 5 CD changer, tape player/ recorder, radio unit, an amplifier, and these really dope floor speakers that to this day are hooked up to a record player at my uncles house. I remember walking into the living room as Welcome to the Machine was playing. I didn't know the song, of course because I would have been < 5, but I remember being amazed at all the different sounds going on. And then immediately screaming when the air raid siren goes off at the end.
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God damn that takes me back. My parents had a stack like that in the 90s. Bottom portion was all CDs and the top was a 5 CD changer, tape player/ recorder, radio unit, an amplifier, and these really dope floor speakers that to this day are hooked up to a record player at my uncles house. I remember walking into the living room as Welcome to the Machine was playing. I didn't know the song, of course because I would have been < 5, but I remember being amazed at all the different sounds going on. And then immediately screaming when the air raid siren goes off at the end.
The music of the time these were being made would have sounded incredible through them.
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
wrote last edited by [email protected]These things may be old, but they still have their uses today.
I still have a used, fairly high-quality audio system from the late 90s, i.e. an amplifier with good speakers, which is connected to my computer – a Bluetooth receiver for my cell phone is also connected (as well as a mixer and preamplifier for a record player).
I highly recommend it: great sound quality for little money.
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80s were weird like that. Digital tubes are an oxymoron. Like saying you have a fuel injected carburetor engine or something
Everything in the manual and product guide described integrated circuits. But in the '70s, people either didn't know what ICs were or they thought those were only in computers and Atari cartridges. With a name and pedigree like Marantz, hearing that the warm dulcet sounds you always loved were now being coldly processed by transistors would have likely been too much.
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It was a black Technics tower in my family home. I loved to play around with the huge graphic EQ without having a clue. I've also experienced the jack slap a few times (much later though with my own gear) but thankfully never right into an eye but always close to the eyes.
99% of people that owned a graphic eq didn’t have a fucking clue what to do with it
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That’s still in my house. And if I have my way, it will outlive me.
Suicide hotline : dial 988
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The music of the time these were being made would have sounded incredible through them.
Well, we were living in the land of tornado sirens. Which, got tested once per week during the season. Every week once a week in the afternoon repurposed air raid sirens go off all over town. It was the end of the world to 3 year old me every time it happened. That air raid siren at the end of Welcome to The Machine put that same fear in me. Damn good speakers.
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I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
I loved to play with the equalizer to shape the sound (those sweet sweet bass frequencies). You feel magic when you can change the sound with one finger.
Playing with eq on a PC or any digital screen is not as fun.
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99% of people that owned a graphic eq didn’t have a fucking clue what to do with it
That's true.
It wasn't a good one though because back then they all were just based on very narrow bell filters which barely changed the sound. It took a while until subtractive crossovers in graphic EQs became a thing.
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A right of passage for geriatric millenials
Hey, those slaps were really hard!
