Like going to visit your old home town and finding the house you lived in, such is the case when I visit my ex-employer, Sony.
Just like that old home you want to relive the fun and greatness:
So you sit down to listen, only to have a crowd of Sony employees talking loudly behind you. And the guy playing the system stands there like a dictator, not taking any input from listeners, and playing it at very low volumes. Your dreams are dashed when you realize these guys are from a large company there to do a job. Or not if they can get away with it. They are going through their script prepared for them.
They show up with a turntable only to have it sit on a shelf as if this is a big box store.
More of stereo store mentality:
Wasted 15 minutes there hoping to get a taste of what this system is capable of doing. Walked out without being impressed with a thing. But before I leave, I am greeted with this sign:
Yes, I care about music. If I could only get you to care too, we would be friends. Until then, that old house is sure run down and ugly.....
Just like that old home you want to relive the fun and greatness:
So you sit down to listen, only to have a crowd of Sony employees talking loudly behind you. And the guy playing the system stands there like a dictator, not taking any input from listeners, and playing it at very low volumes. Your dreams are dashed when you realize these guys are from a large company there to do a job. Or not if they can get away with it. They are going through their script prepared for them.
They show up with a turntable only to have it sit on a shelf as if this is a big box store.
More of stereo store mentality:
Wasted 15 minutes there hoping to get a taste of what this system is capable of doing. Walked out without being impressed with a thing. But before I leave, I am greeted with this sign:
Yes, I care about music. If I could only get you to care too, we would be friends. Until then, that old house is sure run down and ugly.....
