High quality carried consequences. The standards meant slower uploads, longer waits, arguments over compression choices and container formats. It meant a labor economy of love: people sacrificing sleep to replace jitter in a beloved show, tracking down alternate masters, combining source material like collage artists. It meant sometimes losing the convenience of instant gratification for the deeper pleasure of something that endured, that could be archived on a shelf and still, five years later, sound like the room it was recorded in.