One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.

One of the benefits of being music editor of <I>Stereophile</I>---after, of course, unimaginable wealth, unquestioned power, and hot and cold running editorial groupies---is that every year in February I get to write about death. That, and the rather odd personality traits of the <I>Stereophile</I> writing staff.