10 inch replacement speakers

My guitar amp has 2 stock 8 inch speakers and I was wondering if putting bigger speakers would boost the sound in any way or reduce feedback.

depends on the ohms and watts it was made to handle, it would probably work but results may not be so great and if the resistance/power rating is too mismatched it could damage both the amp or the speakers
but hey, if they match up, it'd probably work fine

2007-08-24 22:30:23 by i4nitroguitar

In this video, we replace the Polydome midrange, and re-install the newly repaired Kappa 12quot; woofer into the Infinity 8 Kappa speaker system.

I blew out the one that was in it and am looking for a replacement. It's a 10 inch speaker, just not sure what manufacturer.

VT30=1 x VOX original (10 inch,4 ohm )

like you can see on their page in specifications:

2009-10-08 13:35:32 by garrett

Price: $44.99 $13.54

25 oz. Magnet
Cloth Edge Suspension - 150 Watts RMS/300 Watts Peak Power
8 Ohms Impedance
Excellent Repacement Woofer For Sound Music Reinforcement Systems - Mounting Depth: 4''
1.5'' Kapton Bobbin Voice Coil

I'm trying to replace a pair of speakers in my original equipment, 1995 Jeep Wrangler Soundbar. The speakers have the following written on the back...

Chrysler
56005924-45158
57641A220073541

They were mounted under a perforated speaker cover labeled "Jensen", so I'm guessing this equipment is originally Jensen speakers, re-branded as Chrysler equipment.

The 4 screw holes are 4.75 inches (11.75 cm) apart diagonally and
3.25 inches apart (8.25 cm) apart on the same side.

I'm guessing these are standard 8 Ohm speakers, but a single speaker is pretty heavy for it's size, weighing 1 Lb 10 Oz.

Any suggestion on correct replacements would be appreciated. Thanks!

To easily determine the impedance, use an ohm meter connected to each terminal, whatever reading you get is the impedance of the speaker.

2007-10-20 11:51:01 by Gary D

Price: $13.81

Extend speaker cables with the premium audio cables
Two 1/8 plugs
Extend microphone cables with the premium audio cables
These 3.5mm male to female audio cables will provide the extra length
Shielded with strain relief

I have a 12" pioneer subwoofer. Its a TS-W32C, 400watt, 4 OHM, SVC speaker. The sub still bumps and is 10-12 years old. my problem is that the foam surround is rotting away in a spot at the top of the speaker. The hole in the surround is about 3 inches. Where can i get a replacement surround that fits this speaker? , or what can I do to repair the hole? Any advice is appreciated.
Thanks

There are several companies that do surround replacement, one in Oklahoma City( don't know the name off the top of my head ) does good work. You can also buy a kit. Look on Ebay and there will be some. Just bought a kit for a friend fit perfectly and works great.

2008-03-09 13:57:09 by fast_SS/T

Could you please tell me what you think and give it a rating out of 10? Constructive criticism would also be appreciated :)

Chapter 1 - Selected

"Charlie McKesson," a rough voice ordered from behind a large, metal sliding door. The door quickly glided open to reveal a spacious room. All four walls were replaced with mirrors. I suspected they were one way mirrors, see in but can't see out. This thought immediately made me feel as if I were some kind of specimen under a microscope about to be examined. This was probably the exact same way the scientists behind the mirror barrier felt about me, just a mere object to be tested. In the centre of the room stood a petite girl, with pale skin and short blonde spiky hair. She stood awkwardly and completely still, as if awaiting permission to breath. "You may leave miss Carr, please report to your mentor for further testing," the same jagged voice blared from all four speakers in every corner.

I didn't shift an inch from the entrance, suddenly nervous from all the tension in the room. Marina Carr walked stiffly towards me. As she passed, she whispered a rapid "Good luck," into my ear, and continued down the long hallway behind me.

I clenched my fists into tight balls at my side, took a deep breath and a step forward. My ridged reflection in the mirror across the room reminded me that this probably wasn't the way to act if I wanted to be chosen. I loosened my hands and strolled casually to the centre of the room, with a phony smile plastered face.

“Please miss McKesson; honour us with a song.” I paused for a second, waiting for the music to start. I had chosen the only decent song by Elise Everly, the only one with a hint of meaning behind it. The others were just mindless catchy tunes. I couldn’t believe that if I hit it off with this song, I would be Elise Everly in merely a week.

We all had to be in the auditorium in an hour. They had already decided who was going to be the replacement. The one who would take Elise Everly’s place as Teen pop sensation, AKA number 1 distraction according to the government. She has died only a week and a half ago. The public was beginning to suspect that she wasn’t really on vacation, they weren’t quite used to not having her filling their television screens 24/7.

All the girls were anxious, stalking back and forth in our large dorm, waiting for a voice to come over the loudspeakers. I knew what they were all thinking, ’Could I really handle becoming Elise Everly?’ , ’Could this be my one shot to finally get out of here?’ , ’ Would I be able to keep my true identity a secret?’. Not that those questions weren’t flowing somewhere through my mind, but the thought that was particularly difficult to ignore, was the fear of loneliness. Sure, right now I was surrounded by my family, my true family. How could I possibly be away from them? Forever separated. I would never be allowed to talk about this place, the organization, all of it left behind, traded in for a more fabulous lifestyle. A life of secrets, a life of lies.

Ten years ago, Dr Neil Weston had started an organization controlled by the government. Dr Weston had claimed he had a plan, a plan that could potentially help the government with control. The government was always hungry for more power, so how could they resist? For nine years, Dr Weston worked on his machine that could alter your appearance. While he constructed his invention, four other girls like me and five other boys were being trained. We were chosen for our extreme intelligence so the training was no problem. We were educated in every area, from extreme martial arts, to the Swahili language. We were being trained to be able to do everything, be everything or rather anyone.

When Dr Weston had finally made things clear with us about why we were all here and learning all these things, which wasn't until all of us had turned 13. I had pictured I would replace someone like the president, someone important, someone who could make a difference. Not some ditzy TV star who's only purpose was to distract the public from rebelling. The government figured if they were able to divert the public's attention away from themselves, they would see nothing wrong with what they were doing, nothing off about their leading styles. That's when [insert name of corny TV soap opera here] began. When Elise Everly, star of [TV soap opera], died a week and a half ago, the government freaked. What were they to do without their number one distraction? The fans, AKA everyone in the country thanks to a special hypnotizing message, hidden within the lines of the cast in every episode, were going to be completely and totally devastated. To avoid such an uproar, it was finally time for one of us ten to shine, its exactly what were here for, to replace.

"Would Hallee Carter, Marina Carr, Charlie McKesson, Leah [last name], Kayla Haley, Cade Avery, Emerson Weston, Nathan [last name], Spencer [last name] and Kieran Marks,
please report to the auditorium immediately," the shrill voice erupted from the speakers, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was time for the selection.

I took a seat in between Cade and Hallee, the two people I would consider my best friends. We didn’t talk though, to nervous to keep up a conversation without our terrified thoughts interrupting us mid sentence. I was stuck in between two things I wanted all too much. I guess the assembly would determine which I would get.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Emerson Weston, staring at me with his concentrated eyes. Did he know something I didn’t? Emerson was Dr Neil Weston’s son, the main reason none of us ever gave him a chance. We all blamed him equally for what his father had done. The nine of us were a tight family, but Emerson was never part of that bond. Most of us didn’t like him at all, period. I was one of the ones who detested him. There was just so much about him I was jealous of, like the fact that he actually had a
relationship with his real family. The rest of us were taken from our rightful homes at the age of six, brought here to train.

I jerked my head to the side and glared at him intensely. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and continued to stare. Wow his eyes are beautiful, such a deep, sparkling green. As soon as the thought came barging into my mind, I yanked my head away so swiftly, a sharp pain pulsed in my neck. My hand flew directly to my neck. I put some pressure on it. Ow, what a jerk! Great, that’s exactly what I need, an ache in my neck, like I’m not stressed out enough. What is he doing staring at me like that anyways? Jeez that guy irritates me.
“Attention!” Dr Weston shouted in an unnecessarily piercing voice. He sounded like a teacher trying to calm a mod of furious, screeching children. We were already quiet and seated, his effort was wasted. It was the time of decision, not my decision, though I wish I had a say in it considering it would determine what path my life would take, the path of loneliness, or the path of restriction. Clearly a lose - lose situation. Though if I flipped it around, I could look at it in a whole different way. The path of loneliness, or rather the path of freedom. The path of restriction or rather, the path with my family, my friends. I decided it was better to look at everything in a positive light. Keep my mind optimistic.
“Would Hallee Carter, Marina Carr, Charlie McKesson, Leah [last name] and Kayla Haley please join me on the stage,” be bellowed out. I stiffened, completely petrified. I slowly rose from my seat, and realized I was the only one of the girls who had. All eyes of the audience filled with our mentors, and our trainers, were on me. I stared bleakly at Hallee, motioning with my eyes for her to get up as well. She gradually stood up from her chair. I flashed her a quick smile of encouragement, took her hand and escorted her to the stage. By that time, we were the last ones to arrive. The three other girls were spread out significantly along the small stage, eyes looking directly ahead, attempting to keep their face composed. Hallee and I marched in to stand beside Leah. I still had Hallee’s hand in mine, I didn’t dare let go. She squeezed my hand tightly and I comfortingly held hers. As much as it looked like she was the one who really required the support, I needed the comforting feeling
“Now which, which one of these lovely young ladies will be our very first replacement?,” his cool voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium. He began to circle us, his wide eyes searching; they landed on my hand, curled around Hallee’s. As he crept closer to us, my heart pounded forcefully in my chest, his deafening footsteps rung in my hears. When he reached us, at the end of the short line of girls, he turned his back to the audience and smirked at Hallee and I. His big hand came rapidly from behind his hunched back and slammed against our twinned fingers, separating us. I gust of air and a pained cry escaped both our lips. He then kicked Hallee’s right leg, making her jump back away from me. Maybe I shouldn’t be so jealous of Emerson, I mean I’d rather have no father, than a father like this.
of my best friend beside me just as much as she did.

“Here they are everyone, our girls.” As soon as he said that, one big sport light shone on us. The boys cheered and whistled at us in encouragement. Weston shot them all a quick glare and it silenced them at once. I peered into the light and it blinded me slightly. I blinked furiously, wishing away the white spots that clouded my vision. When they disappeared, I looked down and searched the audience for the warm brown eyes of Cade. When my eyes met his, he beamed a tender smile. It sent a message of faith all through me.
When he finished his small loop , he ended up back at his podium. He spoke certainly into the microphone, “My assistances and I have racked up a score for all you girls. Your score reflects two things, your monologue and your overall score in your drama unit. The highest score goes out to Charlie McKesson. Her score was exceedingly close to perfect. That means that I would like to congratulate Charlie, for being our very first replacement. His large mouth curled up into a smile, he set his eyes on me, like a proud father beaming at his daughter, the physical pain he had caused me just moments ago, seemed to be all but forgotten in his eyes. I looked up at him incredulously. There is no flippin’ way I had the best score. There has to be some kind of mistake here, I mean Kayla always out shone me during our little drama presentations.
. Hallee glanced up at him, hurt in her eyes, he lifted his hand and his index finger curled in. She took a limped step towards the large man, keeping the distance between us. I shot him a glare and ground my teeth together. He smiled a crooked smile. He continued to circle us and I never loosened my teeth. When he was directly behind me, I could feel his hot breath against my neck. I clenched my fists into hard balls in response, making the pain in my hand start to throb; I ignored the ache and tighten my hands. I felt his warm, damp fingers brush the hair away from my right ear and I flinched away from the vulgar feeling. I stood stiffly erect. He leaned in and whispered “Cool it, pussy cat,” into my ear. Pussy cat was the name he had given me from day one, said it had something to do with my attitude. I rolled my eyes.
My optimism began to plummet. Comprehension came over my face. After this week, I was never going to see Hallee and Cade ever again. No more Kayla and Nat, Marina and Leah, Spence and kieran. It will be solitude from here on end. My thoughts were disrupted by the booming applause and encouraging cheers coming from the boys and even some of the girls.
“Silence!” the jagged voice of Dr Weston blared. This time, his attempt didn’t completely quiet the room; there were a few who kept clapping. After a few seconds, noise stopped and everyone waited for him to continue. “Miss McKesson, would you please step forward?” I took a weary pace towards the audience. “Now this transformation is so huge, Miss McKesson may have trouble adjusting, and to help support this alteration, someone will be accompanying her, becoming her right hand man. And this man is...” A flicker of hope filled through me, maybe Cade would be the one, and maybe I didn’t have to lose my whole family. My glimmer of faith was flattened when Weston fished his sentence, “My son, Emerson Weston.”

Lol, Awesome!

Got me thinking Charlie and Emerson may end up falling for each other, even hoping for it.

When Charlie grasps Hallee's hand the word comfortingly didn't set right with me. But it's not a huge deal, it still works, gets the point across.

And Kieran's name in the second to last paragraph needs to be capitalized.

Other than that, really great!

2009-07-03 13:57:09 by ƊЄƛƬӇ ƇƛƁ ƑƠƦ ƇƲƬƖЄ