I saw the same video!
To me it was a play to the folks paying $30k for a CD player.
Definitely. Everyone and his brother has a $30K CD player, so really, it isn’t much of a big deal.
But if they made EL34s or KT77s, I’d want a pair for my HXDA. Because I’m looking forward to this conversation at the pearly gates...
“I see from your file that you were L Schefman, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Says here you spent $850 on a pair of tubes for your guitar amp.”
“That’s true.”
“Shut up! Really?”
“Oh yeah. Amps were a thing for me when I was alive.”
“I’m trying to put that into a category. Let’s see...hmmm...it’s not gluttony...and if you’re blowing the money on tubes it’s not avarice...well, I’m just going to put it down as ‘random deadly sin’, because I can’t find a better category for it, and...oh are you kidding? My computer’s down!”
“How can that happen here? Isn’t everything supposed to be magical and perfect? Why do you even need a computer, can’t you just think stuff and it automatically happens?”
“That’s only in heaven. This is limbo. We kind of get the short end of the metaphysical budget here. Just a sec. Hey, Isaiah, can you come here for a minute and help me out? My computer’s on the fritz again...Well I guess I don’t need my computer to figure out where you’re going.” (Takes out a big red rubber stamp, and slams it onto the file, WHOMP!). “Take this folder over to the guy with the horns at the counter, tell him you’ve been interviewed and you need a donkey to take you to hell. Next!”
“Wait, uh...first answer one question. Was it the tubes?”
“Sort of. Crazy people like you who’d blow that kind of money on tubes aren’t really allowed into heaven. Next!”
“Hang on a sec...do they have music in hell?”
“Yes, Polkas, played with accordions. You have your choice of instrument when you enter the mouth of hell. You can get a red accordion, or a sparkle silver accordion. OK? Next!!”
“I like accordions. I can play Polkas.”
“Oh geez, another one! You like accordions. That means hell will be enjoyable for you. I have to reclassify you now. Let’s see...likes accordions....no, that’s aardvarks...yes there it is, likes accordions. (Puts file in a new folder, stamps the cover with a different big stamp. Whomp!). OK, take this folder to the angel in the next cubicle, and she’ll open the pearly gates for you.”
“I’m going to heaven?”
“We have no other place to put you. But you won’t like the music, so for you, heaven will be hell. Next!”
“What’s the music like?”
“Herman’s Hermits, Patti Page, Pat Boone; you know, happy music. God likes happy, clean music. 24/7. Next!!”
“What? No Stairway?”