I am not, and have never been, an audiophile. I have a pretty good turntable and bookshelf speakers, a skittish CD player, and really bad hearing. The hearing problem dates back to at least the 1970s, at any one of the following events:
• Leslie West's Mountain or his next band, West, Bruce, and Laing, playing on the library steps of the University of Colorado in Boulder, where from a safe distance, about an eighth of a mile away, my ears began to bleed. And continue to bleed.
• An Aerosmith concert at Nassau Coliseum on Long Island in the mid-1970s at which depraved members of the crowd in the upper deck tossed cherry bombs and possibly hand grenades down to the area where I was sitting. One exploded in a young fan's lap, and I won accolades from my colleagues at Newsday for tracking down the kid in the hospital and asking him how he liked what he said was his first rock concert.
So I usually ignore super hi-fidelity vinyl reissues of most releases. But when I got a note from a public r…
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