Herb Reichert

Herb Reichert  |  Jan 27, 2019  |  6 comments
During my several lifetimes on earth, I have belonged to a succession of secret societies. I was initiated to my first in a wood-planks and sod-covered hole dug in the ground behind an abandoned car in a weedy gravel lot in Chicago. It was a boys-only club, but the founder-president was a tomboy: a nine-year-old girl named Lucie who carried a cloth bag filled with Crayolas and severed Barbie-heads (most with their hair chopped off).
Herb Reichert  |  Nov 16, 2018  |  3 comments
Fifty years ago, all audiophiles were older than me. Forty years ago, all audiophiles were the same age as me. So were all the audio manufacturers, dealers, and engineers. Thirty years ago, they were still my age. Likewise twenty years ago. But now, finally, I am a little older than the big-speakerbox two-channel guys, and considerably older than the average headphone aficionado. Praise be to progress – even if it is (as always) slow in coming.
Herb Reichert  |  Sep 29, 2018  |  8 comments
Today folks, I want to advocate for the anxiety of introspection – especially if you are an audiophile. I want to show you how to be just you and your thoughts in that sweet spot between your stereo speakers.
Herb Reichert  |  Aug 25, 2018  |  28 comments
I have been listening critically to audio systems, especially to amps driving loudspeakers, since the late 1960s; since my friend Bill Brier forced me to compare a tubed Dynaco Stereo 70 amplifier to a solid-state Dynaco Stereo 120 and listened for, what Brier called, “A proper ten octaves.”
Herb Reichert  |  Jun 27, 2018  |  20 comments
The Problem With Tubes – Herb Reichert weighs in
Herb Reichert  |  Apr 04, 2018  |  64 comments
Two Men Meet, Each Believing the Other to Be of Higher Rank, Paul Klee (Etching and tonal etching on zinc, 1903)

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