Speaking only for myself, I’m increasingly inclined to regard taste as a limiting factor. A tyrant, even. As time goes on, I find it increasingly more difficult to find music I like enough to purchase.
I’ve always defined "music" in terms of melody, harmony, time and capacity to compellingly improvise rather than the sonic aspects of presentation beloved by audiophiles. I like to believe sonics are the "frosting" , not the "cake" and that I’m perfectly capable of "getting" the cake whether delivered via transistor radio or a friend’s high end system. I suspect this is not atypical for those of us who’ve played music. However, this experience with the Jarrett CD has caused me to question my long-standing perspective.
I suppose it’s possible I may have slowly developed more patience over time and simply not noticed it. I’m really not sure what to think at this point.

