I just can’t with this one. I love Faith, Listen Without Prejudice, and even most of Patience, but there’s nothing on this disc that reaches out and grabs me.
What say you?

Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
…although I do have to ask who is that skinny old man, and why is he following me around in mirrors?
I’ve been overweight for most of my adult life. That’s why seeing myself like this is more than a bit of a shock. I’m currently about 5 lbs. more than I was in 1980 (22 years old) when I moved out of my parents’ house and into my first apartment. How do I know that? It’s because I bought a digital bathroom scale (it was the future, baby!) and the number that flashed on its blue fluorescent display is forever burned into my memory. Right now my goal is to simply maintain this weight and not lose any more.
Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I was listening to Forever by Flight Facilities, and the last thing I remember was the song Heavy. I was suddenly the young man above, vibrant and full of energy, dancing and twirling to the beat. I felt the wind blowing in my hair and it was wonderful.
I may be an old fart whose body is seemingly disintegrating around me now, but that young man still lives inside.
Madonna: Like a Prayer (1989)
This anniversary also marks for me 37 years of being Pepsi free.
When Pepsi dropped Madonna as a spokesperson, citing the “sacrilegious” imagery in the Like a Prayer (Jeez, they had no idea what was coming, did they?) video, I swore I would never drink Pepsi again. And I haven’t.
Carrie Lucas: Dance With You (1979)
Sade: Diamond Life (1983)
Damn, I feel old…
The Eagles: Their Greatest Hits (1976)
It’s no secret that I’ve been infected with the HiFi bug since I was originally exposed to it in the 70s (the glory days of consumer audio as they’re known) in high school by my buddy Ken. Over the years, I’ve spent thousands of dollars in pursuit of that ideal sound and the irony has not been lost on me that as I’ve gotten older and my disposable income increased, allowing me the ability to chase after this ill-defined dream, my hearing has also been steadily diminishing on probably the same scale. I painfully discovered this in the early 2000s when I blew out a pair of tweeters in my system while trying to hear an 18kHz tone.
I’ve come to accept I can’t really hear pretty much anything over about 12kHz any more. Do I know I’m missing “something” that I used to hear? Yes. Maybe some of the “sparkle” that’s clearly lodged in my memory of these performances. Does that lessen my appreciation of music in any way? Not one bit.
That’s why this post on Reddit (copied below) resonated with me. I don’t know how many of you are as HiFi obsessed as I’ve been all my life or are just casual listeners, but I know that most—if not all—of my readers fall within in the same age range as myself and I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on this.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’m genuinely curious whether it resonates with anyone here.
We all know age-related high-frequency hearing loss (presbycusis) is normal. Most of us could hear close to 18–20 kHz as teenagers. Over time, that upper range gradually declines. It’s subtle, but measurable.
At the same time, the people who go deepest into the hobby (high-resolution libraries, serious DACs, carefully chosen amplifiers, room treatment, premium speakers) often aren’t 20-year-olds. They tend to be older.
Of course, disposable income plays a role, but not always. I know very wealthy people in their 20s and early 30s who could afford serious systems if they wanted to.
Here’s the thought:
As our hearing changes, music doesn’t sound exactly the way it did when we were younger. Not worse, necessarily. Just different. Maybe a little less sparkle. A bit less “air.” Slightly less immediacy in the top end.
So we start refining.
We upgrade the source. Then the DAC. Then the amp. Then the speakers. We experiment with positioning, isolation, cables, power. Each change brings subtle differences. Sometimes clearly audible, sometimes more subjective, but meaningful.
What if part of that drive isn’t just about objective fidelity?
What if it’s also about chasing a memory?
Not a specific frequency response curve, but the feeling of how music hit us when our hearing was at its peak. The internal reference we formed in our late teens or early twenties.
In that sense, the audiophile journey might be partly restorative. We’re not only optimizing equipment. We’re trying to align our present experience with an earlier sensory benchmark.
Interestingly, this might also explain why some listeners gravitate toward slightly warmer presentations over time. A smoother top end, richer harmonics, a more relaxed character. Not necessarily more accurate, but more satisfying.
I’m not saying this is the whole story. Gear differences are real. Room acoustics matter. Recordings matter. Taste evolves.
But I do wonder: does the intensity of the pursuit increase as our hearing subtly shifts?
Has anyone here actually tested their high-frequency hearing recently and noticed a correlation with the sound signature they prefer?
Curious to hear thoughts, especially from people who’ve been in the hobby 20+ years.
I’m 45, by the way. Keen bass player. I keep spending money upgrading my three hi-fi systems, and yet I’m still chasing what those first CDs made me feel when I played them on our family’s very average Sony CD player through cheap earphones.
It was 1994–95, and that remains one of my most powerful “audiophile” experiences.
Addendum:
The more I read the thoughtful replies you’re taking the time to write, the more I realize that what I’m describing probably goes beyond simple EQ or frequency response.
Maybe what I’m actually chasing isn’t “more treble,” but things like staging, separation, definition, presence — that sense of space and realism that makes music feel alive.
It’s also possible that when I was younger, it wasn’t just my ears that were different, but my brain. I was more attentive, more curious, more emotionally open to discovering what music could be. I remember being genuinely overwhelmed by those songs, even through what I now recognize was a very average system.
So perhaps part of the reference point I’m trying to get back isn’t purely acoustic. It might be cognitive and emotional as well.
I hope this clarifies what I meant in the original post.
Alan Parsons Project: Ammonia Avenue (1984)
I don’t think this was the first CD I ever bought, but it might very well have been. Surprisingly, I don’t remember where or when I got my first CD player either—other than it was sometime after I got my tax refund in the spring of 1986. I do remember I used to cue up Pipeline on my brand new Yamaha system back in the day and absolutely crank it.
After stumbling across that Erasure video the other day, I realized that I didn’t have this in my collection—or even in iTunes. I’ve corrected that.
I remember buying this back in ’92 when it came out. At the time I was an ABBA purist at heart and absolutely hated it. But after seeing that video the other day, I realized that over the past thirty years I’ve…mellowed. Now the only thing that disappoints me about this is that this isn’t a full-length album; it’s just an EP, barely clocking in at a bit over 17 minutes total..
Sade: Soldier Of Love (2010)
So many arriving-in-San-Francisco memories…
Janet Jackson: Control (1986)
Wanna feel old?
Fleetwood Mac: Rumours (1977)
Some say this is one of the best rock-n-roll albums of all time.
My own Fleetwood Mac story can be found here.
Damn, Andy Bell was cute. But then, weren’t we all at that age?

“Live never to be ashamed if anything you do or say is published around the world—even if what is published is not true.” ~ Richard Bach, Messiah’s Handbook
Quote above notwithstanding, there’s a lot more to that photoshoot that I am not going to share. (Although if you were on a certain BBS in the early 90s you might’ve come across a photo from that shoot of me in a cowboy hat, leather vest, and…not much else.)
Erasure: Lay All Your Love On Me (1992)
Looking at iTunes, the song has been covered by several artists over the years, but IMHO, there is only one definitive version of this ABBA classic:
Suzi Lane: Ooh, La, La (1979)
Tainted Love and Sex Dwarf from Soft Cell: Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (1981)
The Trammps: Disco Inferno (1976)
I first heard Philip Glass’ Akhnaten in 1988, and this piece in particular has always given me chills.