Have you recently lost a close audiophile buddy? What has it taught you?


Man lost my closest audiophile buddy last year. It’s been tough. Audiophiles are different. We are a whole other breed. Taught me to enjoy the music and be thankful for what we do have!
calvinj
Losing a friend is losing a part of your life. In the past five years or so I have lost my best friend (a fellow audiophile), my brother, and my parents.

It is a sorry thought to think that everyone we have ever met or loved will die. But that is the lesson of this life. 

Music is the one happy constant in my life. It endures: another lesson.
Lost a great audiophile friend a long time ago. I learnt lots from him, he introduced me to Guy Clark's music making, among so many other things.  I've only been blessed by my audio mates: increasingly rare skills shared, collaborated on projects, generous with time, music, gear, friendship.   My take on the audio community is that we are enriched by our shared love of music, and the pursuit of fidelity.  We tend to be ready to share our interests and help carry on this most interesting pursuit. Thanks to all who share, so we learn, and in turn share.   
Wow interesting topic. I would love to have someone that lives near me with the same hobby. Makes me think I really should join an audio society, or something like that. But there's none that are close to me that I know of, and I work odd hours. I feel bad you've lost your friend. This includes the others here that told their stories. But never forget just how lucky your were to have had that friend in the first place. And remember to always be kind to others. Because you never know. They might end up being a great friend that you might never have had if you were not so friendly to them in the first place.

I hope we all find that friend someday. Even if it's just for a short time. I recently lost my best friend. We met when we were very young, like 6 years old, and later became best friends. Say around 10 years old, but I think it was actually younger. Anyway, he passed away almost 2 years ago now. I'm 46. He was a little younger, like 6 months. We were so close we finished each other's sentences. Heck we could just trade the stories off to each other if we had to leave the party, or whatever. We thought alike, and could talk about anything. And I do mean ANYTHING. All those shared memories. You'll never, ever, ever get that again from another person. That's it. That ship has sailed. 

But as sad as that sounds. There's a much worse alternative. And that's us having never met in the first place. So honestly. I don't look back with anger. Maybe a little sadness. But when I do. I remember how lucky I was to have ever had a friend that close. And I remember all the good (crazy lol) times we had too. I think of all the people I met because of him too. I still talk with his brother, and mother occasionally. And even though his brother is very different. He was their for much of it all too. So I feel blessed to have that even. At 46 years old. Basically all my close friends are gone, or moved away. Or changed, as life does to most of us. But I look back at all the fun times, and feel very lucky to have had those times and to still have the memories. I hope you all do too. I've talked to many people over the years that have never known this feeling. Maybe they were a military brat, or whatever. And they have a sadness in their heart I don't have, because of this. 

There's actually been a lot of studies, and talk of this I've read about fairly recently. And it's actually a really big deal for us guys to have a good friend. Unfortunately a wife just isn't the same. And even more unfortunately society reinforces the false notion that we should grow up, and put family over our friends. Yes of course family is first. But there's no reason we can't have both. I'm not sure exactly what I'm getting at other then. I feel your pain. And I also feel lucky to have had a good friend in the first place, even though he's gone. And the really sad part is. I started with this hobby again about a year ago. And he always loved the stereos I had when I was young, and was a very accomplished musician himself. So although he wouldn't be in the hobby himself. He would've been a great sounding board, and would have loved to listen to my gear. That would have been great. But so was the 30 plus years we had as best friends. Bless you all. 

Sorry to hear about your loss, calvinj. My audio friends just drifted away to other interests. It can still be a lonely hobby but this site certainly comes in handy.

All the best,
Nonoise

I have a lot of audiophile friends through my local audio club - The New Jersey Audio Society (check it out - www.njaudiosociety.com - ) Suffice it to say that it is not filled with a bunch of young, healthy millenials.

We recetly lost our President Emeritus to MLS at the age of 61. It was heartbreaking to watch a healthy, vital, kind and generous father and husband slowly degenerate into a vegetable. He did the best to make the most of the time he had left, and unlike some hobbies, he was able to continue enjoying well-produced music through his excellent system throughout most of his illness. It taught me to spend less time obsessing over the technical aspects of our hobby, and to spend more time listening to the music I love. I realize that I have more LPs, CDs and files than I might ever be able to listen to (really listen, not just as background). It is a sobering thought.


We lost another member about two years ago. It was tragic on a few levels. He had spent his retirement designing and building a wonderful dedicated basement room for his excellent system. He had Rives design it, and he gradually built it. But his health was not good, and before he had finished it, his hearing had deterioriated significantly. He had one episode at one of our meetings, where we were fortunate enough to have a physician-member in attendance.  The physician said that he thought this fellow might check out right then and there at the meeting, but he recovered enough to head home.  He passed about two years after most of the work on his listening room was completed. The whole thing reminded me of Das Boot, the film that took sad irony to whole new level. The lesson I learned from this was the same: Listen more; life is short.  On the brighter side, this guy did have a nephew who was interested in the system.  A few of our members visited the guy's home a few months after his death to instruct the nephew and his father on how to operate the gear.  I shudder to think what happened to his massive vinyl collection, though.  It was too awkward to ask his widow about it.