("uh oh. My upwardly mobile, throughly mature lady friend is on the warpath due to my excesive vinyl consumption. I'd better haul ass to Radio Hut.")
("hey, converting analog sound to low bit rate mp3's is easy and painless with the help of Radio Hut….even though it would take weeks, not hours to convert even a modest record collection, as shown in this bogus advertisement.")
("check it out, intolerant, easily frustrated would-be spouse! A lifetime love affair with one of the coolest mediums invented has been reduced to a tiny black box…and speakers that sound like shit!")
Or to quote Britt Daniel, "Don't Buy The Realistic." On the unveiling of Radio Shack's latest (sexist) commercial, I've got three words for the former Tandy company on behalf of record collector scum everywhere. FUCK. OFF. NOW.