My older brother started it. Dave taught me about Rush in the 1970s and let me sit in his room listening to the Marantz stereo setup. I’d kick back with 2112 and read about the temples of Syrinx and its great computers, as Geddy sang and Neal drummed. It was convenient then, to be an audiophile, even if the stereo was in Dave’s bedroom, not mine. He had the whole deal. It helped that Dad sold milk for a living and supplied us with the good plastic milk crates, aka shelving foundation and record storage. Yes, there was a beanbag chair; how did you know?