Good evening my fellow audiophiles
Tl: Dr: yay!!!
I’m an old soul, long-time lurker on HiFiGuides. Musician (life long, but not pro. It’s more in the blood , than the talent). Years of ups and downs. Good and bad decisions. Each moment, lived and savored. I chose to become an ‘audiophile’ , in short, due to a strange perfect storm combination of the covid pandemic, depression, and reaching toward a new hobby to cope, like many of us did… with all of the uncertainty, confusion, and shitbag mutherfucking craziness of quarantine, wordwide death, even more confusion, religious nationalism vs hope …
I dove into the gear, found a purpose. Learned the lingo. Studied the graphs. Still don’t get them.
Shuffled the credit card debt without telling my wife. Lost my Chus somewhere (did I ever listen to them?) Laughed at those those stupid Head-Fi’ers hawking 400 Penon cables. And. Well. I’ve reached my end game.
And, it’s surprisingly not gear. It’s an epitome. It’s an idea. It’s the revelation that the truth of being an audiophile is not in whether or not your diggin’ the ea500lm or the Annihilator is … that whatever you’ve got on your head, in your ears, resting on your buds, in your Mercedes or Honda, or built into your palace in Dubai (or Oklahoma) is that we are people who experience unique joy with the expression of, thoughts about, and sometimes fights about (?) sound, especially music… … and that whatever you are spending, collecting, and puttin’ your life into keeps bringing you joy, and companionship… it’s the passion. Hope. So , enjoy. Spend. or not. It’s about the soul. Music trumps (sorry ) gear. Yay!
So, goodnight all. Sleep well. Share a lil’ love . Time feels short. I leave you with a treat.
Grab your favorite gear. Close your eyes. Let go. Breathe. And experience…(thinking back, this song now feels sad. Her other work is about hope (all amazing).
P.S: I spent 3 hours at Audio46 in NYC yesterday. And , the Utopia 2022, Meze Empyrean, Fir Rn6, 64 Audio Volür, and CA Trifecta each create beauty, in their own unigue ways. . … .
and the Trifecta is way overpriced. The bass sucks.
I left. Didn’t spend a penny. Went to Brooklyn. And had some great Thai Food. Then, saw Katelyn Tarver play at Baby’s All Right while sipping a Hendrick’s dry martini. The oldest guy in the place by 20 years. Easy. and smilin’