Magnestand - Where Maggies Live And Breathe


That's actually a more provocative question that one would think. For years I have been contributing on the Audio Asylum boards under the user ID of Peter Gunn, who was of course a detective character from the late 50's. Little did I suspect the name would take on a life of it's own, because everyone on there now refers to me as Peter or just PG. And that's fine. My real name is actually John however.

But that's just the beginning. When I started woodworking years ago and was doing demonstrations and the like, nobody could remember (or worse) pronounce my real last name, which is Polish (and does not end in ski). It got so problematic I started going by the name J.P. Henry, as it was easy enough for everyone to remember John Henry. So the people who know me as a woodworker call me John Henry, audiophiles call me Peter Gunn.

That means you can call me whatever you like, from Peter, or PG, or JP, or Henry or John, but you doesn't have to call me Johnson. (I suppose I showed my age with that joke)

Well that resolves who I am, now what am I? Audio wise I am I suppose an audiophile by default, as music was always what mattered but reproducing it well mattered almost as much. Back in the early 80's I started buying gear and it wasn't long before I got turned on to Maggies and that was it. It's essentially the only brand I've owned or wished to own the past 25+ years, and I've owned or heard everything from the smg's up to the 3 series, with the exception being MG-II's. Never heard a pair of them.

Career wise I am a self taught Joiner who used to demonstrate and teach hand tool useage at a living history museum, as well as making period furniture. The latter isn't what it used to be and what's worse you deal with people who really don't know what they want. I like working with people who know what they want. Two years ago when I started modding a pair of smga's in preparation of doing a pair of 1.6's (just for myself) I never dreamed it would lead me to here. Magnepan provided the material, I supplied the inspiration and people came out of the woodwork to provide what I didn't have before: A customer who knows what he wants. From there it has been a simple progression, as there is no joy greater than walking a road that is clearly laid out.

The irony of my 18th century past and my 21st century product has not been lost on me or many of my customers, and in that light I made up the following image (of me). I'm sure Thomas Jefferson would have owned a pair had he the chance to.