Untitled by Bill Ramsay The heater glows, redolent images of time long past, wistful tears of loves lost, happiness of audio nirvana, discovered in a fair. The battle cry of new discovery, the constant current heater, the choke load has a hold on you, what to do? Sit in darkened room, soul music, good music emanating from horns, 300Bs glowing, triode heaven right here. alternatives abound, too much choice, overload, go cool down, get iron out, put caps in, sweat through the night, till new dawn rises, to sit in darkened room soul music, good music, let the world go away. Close this window to return to index