I love you crazy audiophiles. You always ask if it’s okay to record the show for your personal use (which makes it sound like a recreational drug, which I guess it kind of is); your closet contains decades’ worth of performances which have no other existing archive; your shelves are peppered with special editions and one-off releases, and you’re

I love you crazy audiophiles. You always ask if it’s okay to record the show for your personal use (which makes it sound like a recreational drug, which I guess it kind of is); your closet contains decades’ worth of performances which have no other existing archive; your shelves are peppered with special editions and one-off releases, and you’re half the reason I have a job. You may want the all-whiteness of the test pressing preserved, but I’m more than happy to take a sharpie to it for you. Crazy audiophile, I’m glad you’re out there.