An HMV 194, Or Why I Shouldn't Have Left Bed This Morning...
Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:37 pm
Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen,
It appears to have been quite some time since I have last posted on this forum, but I have had relatively little to contribute lately. However, I have a tale for you tonight, and it is drama as a high art. If anything, it shall prove interesting, and challenging.
Wednesday night, I became aware of the appearance of an HMV 194 on craigslist.org for $275.00. Here is an image of the ad, as it might have been removed by now:http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/2194/copy2i.jpg. Although I am not very familiar with the phonographs made by Victor Talking Machine Co.'s British affiliate, HMV, I could tell that this was a special phonograph upon first glance. A couple quick calls to some collecting friends caused me to find out that this is indeed one of the best-sounding machines that one can acquire, and confirmed my suspicions. With that knowledge in hand, I contacted the seller, who lives in NE Wake Forest, North Carolina, and was shocked to find that it was still available for sale. I quickly made arrangements to purchase the machine, offering them more than what they asked in order to hold the machine, and told them that I would drive down on Friday to pick it up. I knew it would be a long trip, totaling in excess of 9 hours of travel time, and 500 miles, but I thought it would be worth it. I slept soundly those two nights, looking forward to what Friday would bring.
Friday morning June 12th, 2009, this morning, I rolled out of my driveway, bound for Wake Forest. After over four hours of driving, and a quick pit stop at Bojangles, I arrived at the home of the seller. The seller shook my hand, showed me the machine, and allowed me to play it. I must say that I have never heard such an extraordinary sounding machine, and thought it would make a fine addition to my small collection. The sheer volume and quality of sound was unbelievable, far better than a Victor Credenza or 10-50. However, while listening to the machine, I noticed the demeanor of the husband was rather odd (the seller was combination of husband/wife team). He seemed incredibly nervous, and mentioned that he had received a substantial offer for this HMV 193, which, I must admit, was not in the best of condition. Not thinking much of it, and believing that in this day and age one's word still means something, I pulled out my cash and prepared to hand it to him.
In the meantime however, the husband seemed to grow rather agitated. He then rather tersely explained to me that he could not sell this HMV 194 to me, because he was offered in excess of one thousand dollars for it, and told that it was worth far more. I then told him of the amount of time and expense that I would waste if he backed out. I then doubled my offer, largely because I didn't want to waste my time for the trip, and because I really wanted this machine. The husband also seemed to suggest that he didn’t want to sell it because he would feel “stupid” for not having done his research.
Upon my making another offer, the husband decided he needed to talk it over with whom I presumed to be his wife. He then returned with his wife, who, after some discussion then proceeded to berate me for doubling my offer, suggesting that I knew the true value and was being unfair by even offering to purchase the machine at their asking price in the first place! (This is a phenomenon I have run into before in the hobby, and I call it “Golddigger’s Fever.” Individuals who have it believe they are sitting on a gold mine, and will do whatever they can to get top dollar for their items, often at the expense of others.) Isn’t an item worth whatever one is willing to pay for it, and that it is largely a relative concept? I wondered how this lady would run a business. Perhaps she wouldn’t charge more than her cost, so as not to be unfair to her customers?
Which, maybe money was an issue, or maybe it wasn’t. I did notice that this couple was reasonably well-to-do, or at least maintained the appearances of such a lifestyle. For example, I noticed a fairly new BMW, their large and relatively new house, a pool, small boat, and a few other items.
Unfortunately, I had somehow inadvertently hurt this couple’s pride in my discussion. In deference to the seller, I will note that the husband offered to drive with me to the gas station and pay me for my gas. I declined his offer and quickly left, because it would suggest that I agreed that the machine had not been sold, contrary to what was stated on the phone, and it was a crude and insufficient way for the seller to say, from my perspective, “I’m sorry. I would rather make more money than honor a gentleman’s agreement.” It was a rather ridiculous proposition anyhow. In hindsight, perhaps I should have asked him to pay for some candy and a soda while he got some cash for my gas.
I have a very short mental list of individuals who at first seemed to be normal and reasonable, but the mention of who now leave a bad taste in my mouth. Although this couple could carry out this transaction that we agreed to and allow me to remove them from that list, I suspect that won’t happen. Which, it’s a shame, because they seemed to be honest folks like the rest of us, who can see beyond the size of their wallet.
If anything, I offer you, gentle reader, a warning. Even honest people, perhaps you or I, sometimes take their thirty pieces of silver, and break a promise, at the great expense of another.
Cordially,
Garret D. Girmus
Amateur Historian of Early Recorded Sound
College of William and Mary, Class of 2011
P.S.
If you are the collector who made an offer on this HMV 194, and I am fairly certain as to who you may be, please note that you were not the first one to run into it, and that although you are not at fault for the actions of the seller, this machine has bad karma attached to it.
It appears to have been quite some time since I have last posted on this forum, but I have had relatively little to contribute lately. However, I have a tale for you tonight, and it is drama as a high art. If anything, it shall prove interesting, and challenging.
Wednesday night, I became aware of the appearance of an HMV 194 on craigslist.org for $275.00. Here is an image of the ad, as it might have been removed by now:http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/2194/copy2i.jpg. Although I am not very familiar with the phonographs made by Victor Talking Machine Co.'s British affiliate, HMV, I could tell that this was a special phonograph upon first glance. A couple quick calls to some collecting friends caused me to find out that this is indeed one of the best-sounding machines that one can acquire, and confirmed my suspicions. With that knowledge in hand, I contacted the seller, who lives in NE Wake Forest, North Carolina, and was shocked to find that it was still available for sale. I quickly made arrangements to purchase the machine, offering them more than what they asked in order to hold the machine, and told them that I would drive down on Friday to pick it up. I knew it would be a long trip, totaling in excess of 9 hours of travel time, and 500 miles, but I thought it would be worth it. I slept soundly those two nights, looking forward to what Friday would bring.
Friday morning June 12th, 2009, this morning, I rolled out of my driveway, bound for Wake Forest. After over four hours of driving, and a quick pit stop at Bojangles, I arrived at the home of the seller. The seller shook my hand, showed me the machine, and allowed me to play it. I must say that I have never heard such an extraordinary sounding machine, and thought it would make a fine addition to my small collection. The sheer volume and quality of sound was unbelievable, far better than a Victor Credenza or 10-50. However, while listening to the machine, I noticed the demeanor of the husband was rather odd (the seller was combination of husband/wife team). He seemed incredibly nervous, and mentioned that he had received a substantial offer for this HMV 193, which, I must admit, was not in the best of condition. Not thinking much of it, and believing that in this day and age one's word still means something, I pulled out my cash and prepared to hand it to him.
In the meantime however, the husband seemed to grow rather agitated. He then rather tersely explained to me that he could not sell this HMV 194 to me, because he was offered in excess of one thousand dollars for it, and told that it was worth far more. I then told him of the amount of time and expense that I would waste if he backed out. I then doubled my offer, largely because I didn't want to waste my time for the trip, and because I really wanted this machine. The husband also seemed to suggest that he didn’t want to sell it because he would feel “stupid” for not having done his research.
Upon my making another offer, the husband decided he needed to talk it over with whom I presumed to be his wife. He then returned with his wife, who, after some discussion then proceeded to berate me for doubling my offer, suggesting that I knew the true value and was being unfair by even offering to purchase the machine at their asking price in the first place! (This is a phenomenon I have run into before in the hobby, and I call it “Golddigger’s Fever.” Individuals who have it believe they are sitting on a gold mine, and will do whatever they can to get top dollar for their items, often at the expense of others.) Isn’t an item worth whatever one is willing to pay for it, and that it is largely a relative concept? I wondered how this lady would run a business. Perhaps she wouldn’t charge more than her cost, so as not to be unfair to her customers?
Which, maybe money was an issue, or maybe it wasn’t. I did notice that this couple was reasonably well-to-do, or at least maintained the appearances of such a lifestyle. For example, I noticed a fairly new BMW, their large and relatively new house, a pool, small boat, and a few other items.
Unfortunately, I had somehow inadvertently hurt this couple’s pride in my discussion. In deference to the seller, I will note that the husband offered to drive with me to the gas station and pay me for my gas. I declined his offer and quickly left, because it would suggest that I agreed that the machine had not been sold, contrary to what was stated on the phone, and it was a crude and insufficient way for the seller to say, from my perspective, “I’m sorry. I would rather make more money than honor a gentleman’s agreement.” It was a rather ridiculous proposition anyhow. In hindsight, perhaps I should have asked him to pay for some candy and a soda while he got some cash for my gas.
I have a very short mental list of individuals who at first seemed to be normal and reasonable, but the mention of who now leave a bad taste in my mouth. Although this couple could carry out this transaction that we agreed to and allow me to remove them from that list, I suspect that won’t happen. Which, it’s a shame, because they seemed to be honest folks like the rest of us, who can see beyond the size of their wallet.
If anything, I offer you, gentle reader, a warning. Even honest people, perhaps you or I, sometimes take their thirty pieces of silver, and break a promise, at the great expense of another.
Cordially,
Garret D. Girmus
Amateur Historian of Early Recorded Sound
College of William and Mary, Class of 2011
P.S.
If you are the collector who made an offer on this HMV 194, and I am fairly certain as to who you may be, please note that you were not the first one to run into it, and that although you are not at fault for the actions of the seller, this machine has bad karma attached to it.