I’ve been to Sikora’s several times a week in the past two months—not to mention brief forays to the Magic Flute on Fourth Avenue and lightning visits to Sam the Record Man and HMV in Toronto during a recent speaking tour, to say nothing of the closing-out sale at Tower Records in New York. As of now, mid-February, I’ve blown two thousand dollars on classical CDs since the New Year. I’ve broken my word to stop bingeing, pledged with maximal contrition to my wife, Rae, after my thousand-dollar pre-Christmas and Boxing Day splurge.
