After almost half a century of being emotionally enthralled by the simple
meditation of listening to a great musical performance and enjoying the
benefits of what is earned from that, I found this brief (beginning)
conversation by these industry folks interesting.
For me, the very gestalt of the listening session, the process of warming up
tube amps, picking out a hand full of records, cleaning them and my mind so
I can sit down, shut up (both verbally and mentally), and take it all in,
exploring what an artist has to share, being transported to another rhelm, is
still one of the fondest enjoyments I have and sharing this time is indeed the
only thing that makes it more rewarding.
Yet for me it all (maybe nievilly) seems so obvious that the quality of an
electronically reproduced performance has to have that visceral impact, it has
to move you at an emotional level or it is just more background noise and it
doesn't keep our attention. It doesn't take a set of golden ears to figure out
why the common joe isn't drawn in. Even my three felines seem to be drawn
to our vinyl (or SACD) listening sessions and join us often, for the duration,
conversely, red book presentations seem to lose their attention. There is more
going on here then meets the eye and cause for much convergent
conversation, I would guess.
IMHO this is another fine case of Ockham's razor, recognizing what works
and what is so and enjoying it is far more important than understanding why.
Digital technology has come to our lives as both a blessing and a curse. The
later has plagued the very way we listen (or not) and the lo-res component of
red book or MP3 formats seem to have wasted a huge amount of time,
money, and energy. For me, the greatest lose is the irreversible lose of so
many great performances and the market momentum lose of interest or
understanding of value of (HiFi) music in our lives. The record industry is only
giving (selling) us what they think we want. Knowing what you want and
knowing what's good for you are both becoming somewhat vague concepts in
these days. Like him or not so much, Fremer hit the nail on the head when he
played that last selection. From something as cheap, disposable, and
insignificant as an intro to the 60's television variety show such as Red
Skeletons', in juxtaposition to some of our "best selling" albums
of today, what the hell has happened to our focus on high fidelity music in
Hopefully we will relearn from the past again and retrogress to a time/techn.
when even the common joe (the plumber) understood what high fidelity was,
and in the meantime, I'll take any of those old records off your hands that
you're looking to burn via USB to the "perfect format"... P.T.
Barnum was unfortunately correct.
Happy (HiFi) Listening!