My listening room remains a sanctuary for the tangible, a space where classical scores and operatic cycles exist as physical objects rather than ephemeral data. I find little comfort in the digital tenant economy, where streaming services hold a library hostage behind fluctuating monthly ransoms. 

I respect everyone’s choice for source material. Having endured the era of surface noise, pops from dust and scratches, groove wear, and lower effective dynamic range, I harbor no nostalgia for the inconveniences of vinyl; the CD remains the superior artifact. This room is my nirvana, a private temple of high-fidelity sound that the cat graciously permits me to inhabit.

In the basement I have another system: Dunleavy sc4 speakers, Pass Aleph monoblocks, Pass P preamp, Meridian g90 Cd player, Schitt Gungnir 2 DAC .