Events that occur around the edges of normalcy are often remarkable enough to make news, like the centenarian who smoked and drank their entire life. Novel and perhaps newsworthy, hardly a model for the rest of us.
Remarkable recordings made in a home studio sometimes come to our attention. I still am blown away with Billie Eilish and her brother Fineas.
It is indeed remarkable what one can manage with a laptop, a couple of A/D converters, and a handful of decent microphones. Compared to the former era of home tape decks, what's possible today is light years better.
And we're impressed when on occasion a really good sounding home recording bubbles its way to the surface. It makes news not because it's so good but because it's so good in spite of the fact it was made in a home studio.
I have nothing against home studios. They offer a chance for more music to come our way. My worry is being lulled into lowering the overall bar for recording quality.
Like everything in life, it's not so much about the tools as it is the craftsman using them.
Michelangelo had but a chisel to work with.
