The Audiophile's Wife

As I was considering which Olympic sport I might start training for, it occurred to me that there's really no reason Big Air Listening s...

Remember Barney and Fred, the subjects of the last post? Well, two guys named Bob, drove here from hundreds of miles away to listen to t...

What you see here is The Audiophile. Look closely. I know I did. To the untrained eye, it would appear Barney and Fred slipped out of...

Father, forgive me, it has been four and a half years since my last confession, I mean blog post. You know how you sometimes see elderly...

Once upon a time, two years ago, at the crack of dawn, I helped The Audiophile hoist something insanely heavy out of The Listening Room. To ...

After writing last week about my substandard test song, I decided I should pick a new one. Since I am not a member of The Audiophile Test So...

During the month of July, The Audiophile officiated more A/B tests than usual. There were two reasons this proved challenging for me: Firs...

The Audiophile was on the phone recently discussing something about something. Out of habit, once I determined it was an audio conversation,...

Even though I like to count things, it isn't often that I comment on the cost of audiophilia because I view it as somewhat less expensiv...

The Audiophile was in his workshop this week building a better sounding mousetrap. This was another of those projects in which I was explici...