It’s kinda like that dive bar. Scary as hell entering the first time, then you want to move in…
Who cares the paint’s peeling. The beer’s cold and the stories are good.
“Carl! Another round!”
But it’s still an old amp… start working those boards and scope creep due to “while I’m in here “ and “now that trace lifted “ it may make more more sense to call Joe…
The early mono jazz recordings I listen to are always very well engineered. They did not use stereo as a crutch for crap recordings- they did it right or they did it over.