Convenience always wins… until it doesn’t. We’ll trade almost anything for ease—until we remember what we lost in the process.
That’s kind of how I feel about CDs and SACDs. Right now, the whole world seems ok with our collections collecting dust in exchange for streaming, and I get it. A million tracks in your pocket available in seconds? Hard to argue with that.
But I often miss my discs.
There’s something satisfying about the ritual. Choosing a CD, placing it in the tray, pressing play. It’s deliberate. Focused. You’re not just clicking through a digital buffet—you’re sitting down for a proper meal. And when that disc is played back on something like the PMG Signature SACD Transport? It’s not nostalgia.
CDs, for all the flak they’ve taken, are capable of stunning sound. Especially when read with precision, without jitter, without compromise. Add in SACDs—true high-resolution—and you’ve got a format that can rival just about anything. And you don’t need the internet to play it.
Maybe it’s generational. Maybe it’s the satisfaction of holding something physical. But I still love my CDs.
Streaming may be the future. But the past still sounds pretty damn good.
