November 19, 2015

• Simaudio 750D, Part 14

  On our summer 1992 trip down the Central California coast, the biggest and only issue/accommodation was Patricia having her period. She did not like getting in and out of the 3-door (the third door was the hatchback) Honda Civic. When we walked on the beaches, she did not want to get close to the water. Though the others thought it ideal for us to eat seafood, Patricia had a craving for red meat.

  When we got to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, Ken and Roy wanted to go on the rides. Not wanting to hold them back, Patricia told them to buy ride tickets for themselves, enjoy themselves, and meet up at a designated time. I decided to stay with Patricia, keep her company, not go on rides. Since I was already a student at UC Santa Cruz, I could go to the Boardwalk any time during the school year. Patricia and I did walk hand-in-hand on the sand, but she pulled up short of the water. Back at the Boardwalk, she did not even want to go on the Looff Carousel. It was and still is one of the few merry-go-rounds with a ring dispenser. Those riding the outer animals can reach out, grab a ring, and try to throw it into cutouts in a clown picture on a wall.

  I really wanted to go on the Sky Glider, but Patricia felt uncomfortable. She looked up at the overhead cars, peered between her legs, let go of my arm, pressed her hand to her chest, and had fear and visions of leaking blood down below. Aw shucks, if we had gone on the Sky Glider, I know we would have shared a romantic kiss.

  When we walked down to the booths in front of the Giant Dipper, we heard the Tom Tom Club's "Genius Of Love." No, not their cover of "Under The Boardwalk." Patricia started bouncing up and down to "Genius Of Love." I think that changed her attitude about her period. For the first time all day, she was okay with cold food. Despite the tempting salt water taffy, chocolate-dipped fruits and candies, giant pretzels, caramel apples, brownie-sized slabs of fudge, cotton candy, and myriad other treats, she actually suggested that we share a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone. I don't know. Maybe Corey Hart's "Sunglasses At Night" was playing, while Patricia broke off a slab of the chocolate. She held it between her lips, and invited me to bite off the exposed part.

  When we walked towards the arcade, we passed the shops. The one thing Patricia did not bring or pack was shades. She spotted a rack of sunglasses. She would take a pair, try it on, look in a mirror. She made faces, stuck her tongue out, played with her hair, and blew kisses. She pivoted a pair above her forehead, turned to me, and kissed me on the lips. She put the sunglasses back, did not buy any.

  After we found and checked into a Monterey hotel, Patricia and Ken went back out, to find a convenience or drug store, to buy a roll of paper towels. She anticipated needing them to clean up after herself.

  At dinner that evening, Patricia avoided cold drinks, and got hot tea.

  Shortly after we got back to the hotel, Ken and Roy pretty much crashed. Patricia sat on the toilet for a while, said she had "bombed" it, and suggested I bypass her, and take a shower. As I was finishing my shower, she got in. As the shower was running, she was fine. But when she turned off the water, and started drying off, blood started leaking from her, you know, girl parts. While her upper body dried, she stood legs apart, over the drain. I'll never forget her standing there, patiently waiting for the trickle of blood to slow or stop. She then asked me to bring the whole roll of paper towels. She turned the shower back on, re-washed her lower half. She used some paper towels to cover her girl parts, while she briskly tried to dry off her butt, torso, and legs - all the while trying not to get blood on the hotel's white towel.

  Patricia put on her panties and pad, then pointed to her itchy back, and asked me if she had any zits. The little bathroom was humid and steamy. I had to go right up to her back, to see if there were any zits. There weren't.

  Okay. When the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax is installed, so that the cap with the fuse value is closer to the Simaudio 750D's middle, the bass and mids puff up. Though they sound big, warm, and organic, they drown out the treble, and suck out the recording's air. It is the equivalent of a small and windowless hotel bathroom, in which the steam, heat, and smells leave you gasping for air.

  Having been in the bathroom for too long, Patricia wanted to "air out" and "stay fresh." So she tossed on an extra long black t-shirt, and asked me to accompany her, on a walk around the block. In the room, she pulled her shirt down to her upper thighs, put on her shoes, and threw on a light jacket. Yes; that meant she was not wearing any pants (or bra). Since Ken and Roy were best buddies from at least junior high, Patricia and I knew and understood that it was only natural that they (Ken and Roy) pair off with each other during this trip. But it wasn't as though they were abandoning or ignoring me and Patricia. Still, Patricia was excited about the next leg, the drive down the Big Sur coast. Arm-in-arm, she pulled me closer, and told me she was looking forward to being paired up with me for the rest of the trip.

  When we got back to the hotel room, Patricia took off her jacket and shoes, changed her pad, got into bed, and kicked off the heavy and bulky outer blanket, leaving just the white sheet. She apologized ahead of time, for getting any blood on me. I told her she didn't have to apologize for anything. For whatever blood on me, there was way more in/on her, from whence it came. Moreover, because I had lived two years in the dorms, I had already slept with menstruating girls. So for me, this was nothing new. Patricia joked that, since she was living at home, and commuted to S.F. State, she had not sleep with any girls, menstruating or not!
  
  In stock form, the Simaudio 750D already has high-resolution. Unlike in lesser electronics, the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax fuse does not effect radical changes. Still, it works its as-expected job on, primarily, the mids; and secondly, the bass. Images in the mids and bass become larger, more onion-like, less angular. Yet, with this 3D imaging, the image boundaries are not diffuse or ill-defined.
  
  The Premier Beeswax does not work its magic on the treble, which remains small. For better or worse, the quality of the treble remains. There is just not enough of it. Thus, the mids and bass tend to drown out the treble. The Premier Beeswax does not develop the information lying in the spaces surrounding and between the images. Moreover, treble instruments are placed too crowded to each other in the middle - it's almost monophonic.
  
  Can you live with this tonal balance? Or, is it the perfect compliment for your treble-rich system? In terms of texture, size, and flow, the Premier Beeswax, unlike any other after-market fuse I have tried, allows instruments to look and sound like themselves. In living with the 750D, I miss the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax the most. Though you sacrifice soundstaging, ambiance, and air, the 750D equipped with the Premier Beeswax makes the music appear the most authentic and believable. Stereotypical Audiophiles owning the 750D absolutely need to check out the Premier Beeswax.
  
  It is like looking back on our road trip down the Central California coast, overlooking all the other facets, and singularly remembering and being absorbed by Patricia's period. But she did handle it with composure, grace, and aplomb. I have dated my fair share of girls. I would have been happy with any number of them. Beyond that, the fair, sweet-looking, music-loving, and practical Patricia potentially could have been the most compatible with me. I do have to say that the ex- I miss the most is Patricia. Likewise, once they hear one in a high-rez player, such as the Simaudio 750D, many audiophiles are going to miss the Audio Magic Premier Beeswax most dearly.

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