In my search for a Wilson Benesch cartridge I came across this wonderful story :
There is a Brazilian folk tale that begins with a bunch of young natives wantonly rummaging though the woods, looking for a fabulous singing bird, called "Uirapuru." In their frantic search, they happen to stumble upon a decrepit Indian playing a nose flute. They think this old man is so ugly, he's messing up their beautiful forest. So, they thoughtfully redecorate the foliage by beating the hell out of the poor Indian. While these wannabe decorators are busily rearranging the unfortunate man's face, the musical Uirapuru is skillfully shot through the heart by a bird-mugging maiden. Shazam! Now brought down, the feathered songster suddenly transforms itself into the man of her dreams. At tale's end, our knocked-about duffer has recovered, and finally catches up with his tasteless tormentors. But rather than getting his appropriate Bronson revenge, he ends up instead killing the fabulous fowl-now-become-human-love-hunk. As the spell-bound Brazilian Adonis falls dying to the forest floor, he once again becomes his melodic bird self, and flies back into the dense forest making the appropriate high notes. Our heavily armed geriatric, his poor taste assailants, and the homicidal Fem are then left to start their crazed chase for the Absolute Sound all over again. This daft crowd probably represents the first known case of audiophile dementia.
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There is a Brazilian folk tale that begins with a bunch of young natives wantonly rummaging though the woods, looking for a fabulous singing bird, called "Uirapuru." In their frantic search, they happen to stumble upon a decrepit Indian playing a nose flute. They think this old man is so ugly, he's messing up their beautiful forest. So, they thoughtfully redecorate the foliage by beating the hell out of the poor Indian. While these wannabe decorators are busily rearranging the unfortunate man's face, the musical Uirapuru is skillfully shot through the heart by a bird-mugging maiden. Shazam! Now brought down, the feathered songster suddenly transforms itself into the man of her dreams. At tale's end, our knocked-about duffer has recovered, and finally catches up with his tasteless tormentors. But rather than getting his appropriate Bronson revenge, he ends up instead killing the fabulous fowl-now-become-human-love-hunk. As the spell-bound Brazilian Adonis falls dying to the forest floor, he once again becomes his melodic bird self, and flies back into the dense forest making the appropriate high notes. Our heavily armed geriatric, his poor taste assailants, and the homicidal Fem are then left to start their crazed chase for the Absolute Sound all over again. This daft crowd probably represents the first known case of audiophile dementia.
http://www.vxm.com/21R.90.html
