The Audiophile's Wife

Sometimes The Audiophile talks with his voice on a phone to people—mostly audiophile people. This is my cue to curl up with a good book and ...

Following an independent survey of one audiophile, I am here to report the most common warning put forth by every audiophile is: Do not touc...

Sometimes, to relax before falling asleep at an hour I used to deem ridiculously early, The Audiophile and I will watch a bit of edutainment...

Once upon a time last week, The Audiophile went away for a few hours. In his absence, I was granted legal permission to listen to music all ...

The Audiophile choses the music that plays in our humble abode, not just because he is the alpha human, but because he has excellent taste. ...

Remember back in October when I mentioned I had ordered The Audiophile a subscription to Stereopile? Guess what? His first issue arrived thi...

Here’s a question: Why, WHY, aren’t the feet that speakers come with good enough feet? Are they even called feet? Maybe they are footers, I ...

Back in 1994, prior to my having any idea I would one day take the highly coveted position as The Audiophile’s Wife, there was an artist by ...

This week, The Audiophile’s personal odometer clicked over to a new decade of life. Apparently, this was his “diamond jubilee” birthday, whi...

Dear audiophile,  Did you remember to book an overweight, middle-aged white guy dressed in fake fur to jam himself down your chimney with an...