Of the hundreds of people I have been privileged to know it’s the oddballs, the characters, the off-the-charts bonkers people I remember most.
I am not sure why I am so attracted to the oddballs.
I remember the first time I met the Bedini Brothers. Crazy as loons but brilliant. I’ll never get the image of John Bedini, just inches from my face, berating me for believing the RIAA curve existed.
Or Enid Lumley telling me how much better our phono stage sounded when upside down.
Or Mike Moffat excitedly demonstrating to me and Stan the difference a speaker cable made.
Or smoking a joint in Threshold’s CES room with Nelson Pass.
Or desperately trying to focus on the deep insights of Bob Carver when, over dinner and drinks, his hairpiece had gone askew.
I could go on.
It’s the oddballs I love.
I don’t remember the normal.
Each day is a chance to live life to its fullest.
Let’s all grab it when we can.
