«40% Of Audiophiles Are Dying And No One Is Doing Anything About It!»

True.  Just don't die and problem solved.

I grew up with AM radio listening to pop hits, and jazz. I was never bored. Many in my generation played instruments, studied music in school, marched in parades while playing our instruments.

Personally, I played in the school band. Brought my trumpet home each day and practiced it in the garage. I excelled at sports, and played every one of them Growing up there were always baseball games to play in, or we’d go to the school to play on the basketball court. We were physically active, and fit as a result

Kids today experience technology overload. They’re not interested in learning to play an instrument. They’d rather play a video game. I think PONG came out in 1972, and you had to visit an arcade simply to drop in a quarter to play it for 5 minutes.

Heck, how many before us didn’t even have television?! And they turned out just fine. And they weren’t bored.

Easy fix. Turn off the distractions. And discover a whole new world. Take an hour hike. Lift some weights. Ride a bike. There’s so many alternative activities to do it’s ridiculous. Or, remain a slave to your iPhone. It’s all a choice.

@deep_333 I was just kidding. Anyhow, I'm so old, most of my collection is analog. Before it got sampled like a teleporter.

Ah, I see that you’ve been botching up the pristine hires digital studio masters and pressing it on vinyl for xtra audiophile cred.

You know, there's a certain truth to the idea that audiophiles are, shall we say, "seasoned." It's not that we're born with a penchant for high-fidelity; it's that we have to survive long enough to afford it! In my 30s, between diapers and college funds, "reference level" meant a decent pair of headphones that maybe wouldn't crackle. Now, with the offspring successfully launched into the world, I can finally indulge in the sweet, sweet sound of financial freedom—and a really, really good stereo. Honestly, the best part of being an empty-nester is being able to crank up the volume without someone yelling, "Turn that racket down!" If, by some delightful twist of fate, I shuffle off this mortal coil while nestled in my favorite chair, bathed in the warm glow of vacuum tubes and the glorious sounds of a perfectly pressed LP, please, just let the music play on. Give me a few extra tracks before you call the paramedics. It'll be a symphonic send-off.

If one believes in concepts like heaven why would you sweat it, wouldn't your heaven include whatever audio system it would take to provide a wonderful everlasting life.