Have you reached your end point with this addictive hobby?


I wonder if out there somewhere there’s a support group called Audiophile Anonymous 😂 that addresses Audiophiles constant need for perfection. For my self I would probably benefit from a couple of these group sessions. Putting humor aside there’s some truth to this hobby being addictive and at some point there has to be an end point where you are there and the need to upgrade serves no useful purpose. I can’t say I’m 100% there yet, but something inside me tells me I’m getting close to hitting rock bottom and when I do maybe I’ll see the light, or maybe not 😂!

hiendmmoe

Yes.  I don't think I am a true addict.  Enthusiast, yes, but not addicted.  I liken it to the difference between folks who regularly drink too much but are not addicted to alcohol and folks who are true alcoholics.  There is a difference, as I am sure many of you know.  I am in a very happy place with my current system, however the reliance on electronics technology just to get the right signals to the right places, does make me a little uneasy that my system may not be robust with respect to non-audio matters that could render the whole thing unusable with the next change of data format, etc.

Back in the day, I could hook everything up and take it apart, and now, that is no longer true.  I love the functionality, but miss the ability to take the jalopy apart onto the garage floor and put it all back together again.  Yes, there is certainly an automotive analogy here as well.

Analogously yours,

linvolk

Some great comments here. I'm probably a classic case of always wondering if there's (significantly) more. The only cure is to turn the system on and play some well-recorded vinyl to remind myself that my system is more than okay.

I could happily upgrade forever, but I have hit some big limitations, mostly in $$$. Upgrading my system would be in the tens of thousands of dollars. And I'm not simply spending my money. I have a wife who wants a new car but will most probably not buy it, especially with the new tariffs. A daughter who is always in financial trouble and granddaughters who need money for college.

Then energy comes into the equation. I'm 78. Not an old 78, but I  no longer have the energy or interest to haunt stereo shops all over Los Angeles. I've done that for years and no longer want to listen to systems I can't afford.

When my friends, who are not poor, hear how much I spent on my new speakers or turntable, they already think I've blown a gasket. How much would it cost to improve on my VPI Prime Signature 21? Would I hear the difference if I spent $20 or $30K on a new turntable? It would all be insane in the world I live in.

How much happier would I be if I sold my ARC PH-7 and spent $20K plus on ARC's latest Reference 3 SE? I would be very unhappy because I would have to do it without my wife's agreement. In other words, it's not happening.

If I were alone and rich and could buy any piece of equipment my heart desired, would I be happier? We all know the answer. No. I want good audio, but I also want a life. End of the audiophile story,

Heading to Axpona this weekend. Just another sign I haven’t reached my end point. 😂 

In the words of the great Bluto, "was it over when the Germans bombed pearl harbor?" 

For those addicted or feel they can give it up.  If you have the space, buy and keep.  I have much. 

If you've lost your spark, you need to bring others into your addiction.  I have given away, loaned out and sold much.  While listening to your music on your perfect system can bring great joy.  Just give someone, who doesn't have the affliction, some of your older dust collectors.  You'd be amazed at how much musical ability you might have, that's just collecting dust.  Music brings so much warmth to the soul.  Share it.  I had a great friend that was in final stages, only a few days.  Also a audio addict.  I took one of his systems and hooked up in the room he was leaving the earth and we cranked some wonderful tunes.  I instructed hospice to play it as loud as they wanted.  He was unconscious, but appeared to smiling.  Now that was a playlist.