This year, 2013, marks the 30th anniversary of the Compact Disc in North America. Three decades ago, Sony and Philips launched the format that promised, as Sony’s slogan put it, “Perfect Sound Forever.”
Who will join me in celebration? Mikey? Artie? John Marks? John Atkinson, who wants his music “liberated . . . from the tyranny of a physical medium”?
In 1983, when I first started writing for this rag, I hailed the Compact Disc because a) I would no longer have to deal with clicks, pops, thumps, and surface noise; and b) I wouldn’t have to turn over the damned record. “All else is gaslight,” declared conductor Herbert von Karajan.
Fast forward to High End ’99, the one and only Stereophile show held in Chicago, where Sony and Telarc…