Back in the seventies when a new engineer or salesman was hired at Klipsch, part of the on-boarding program was dinner at Paul W. Klipsch’s.
Not long after I started, my wife Becky and I were invited to Paul and Valerie’s relatively modest home. Valerie’s mastery of Austrian cuisine was at work, making dinner outstanding. Strudel for dessert as I recall. After dinner was over libations were in order and Paul stuck with one of his favorites, Glenlivet whiskey.
Shortly we adjourned to the living room to audition his Klipschorn/Belle Klipsch three channel set-up. The Klipschorns were in false corners, as the room had doorways at every corner, not to mention a grand piano. Naturally the program material was reel-to-reel masters that he had recorded. At least some of it was the “Arkansas Sympathy” (his twist on words). Without question it was the finest reproduced music I had ever heard.
After several symphonic selections were savored Paul got up and shuffled over to the equipment rack mumbling about some other material he had. What came next was clearly “out of phase” culturally.
I knew I had made the right decision in moving to Arkansas. We were listening to various verbal descriptions of farts, followed by their sonic signature. I am aware of the “Great Crepitation Contest of 1946” recording and this could have been what we were hearing, but after 36 years I am not certain. If anyone can shed additional light on “farts and their descriptions”, it would be most appreciated.
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