But any conversation about the best in show has to finish with the room shared by Saskia and Emia. I need to mention the sheer happiness of flipping through Dave Slagle’s back records, the ungodly purity of the sound coming out of the equipment, and the speakers that were expressive enough to make the music sound like home. More than that, though, there’s just a magic to sitting around with a bunch of friends singing along to “Lie Still, Little Bottle” on a Friday night.
So… Best in Show? The guys who refuse to take audiophilia nervosa seriously. The best in show were the guys who played whatever they felt like hearing — whether it showed off their systems or not. The best in show were, as always, the people who remembered to have fun.
Because if listening to music starts to be work, then you’re just doing it wrong.