Nika Aldrich wrote on Tue, 20 July 2004 07:56 |
Johnny B wrote on Tue, 20 July 2004 10:50 | Nika, To me, great music is all about an emotional experience, just as love is an emotional experience. These kinds of experiences do not fit nicely within the confines of a math formula or even rationality.
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Oh. I thought we were talking about engineering. If you're talking about music and its subsequent irrationality then we don't really need to talk about the engineers at AKM, I suppose.
Nika.
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I for one, am always talking about music. That's the whole f-cking point right?
The fact is, we are not limited by our ears in experiencing music. Yes, eyes can get involved too, but I'm willing to skip all that myself. Perfectly reasonable to insist on full visuals, and nothing like a drop of sweat from the singer landing on your forehead. Then you KNOW you're there!
But for me personally, sound is almost enough- the emotional impact though is absolutely crucial. I have no doubt that engineering is possible in that direction- you'd have to start with a lot of questions.
But, the point of all this engineering is to make a buck, pure and simple. There will be a very few passionate exceptions, and thank gracious goodness for them!
It turns out you can make many bucks selling crummy recordings, crummy speakers, crummy mics, etc. Or selling "state of the art" super-specs ones. Or whatever.
Johnny, I don't know, but I don't think that reproducing DC to 100kHz is going to take us much closer to the real experience of live music. Incrementally, perhaps. I don't know what wavelength emotion and soul and storytelling travel on, but I have the distinct impression that no medium is needed to capture these things. It's all out there to be taken in, if you are vulnerable and open and need it.
Yes some recordings serve as better references for these invaluable things than others- it's curious to find that issues well within the realm of audio engineering as we know it can make or break the effect... I was there in the room when she sang the part, closer than we usually get to the artist and the actual performance, and one reproduction has me on my knees, another has me scrutinizing geeky details. Yet Jimi Hendrix died the year I was born, and on some occasion a pretty-good recording of an especially lucid live performance ( The Wind Cries Mary, Paris Theater in London, 1967, I'm pretty sure), reproduced on the tiniest cassette boom box you've ever seen, has me THERE.
I don't think it's about the frequency response, and I believe that whatever is out there that we can tune into so hauntingly sometimes is quite free of time and space constraints. Recorded music can be a powerful cue, but I've had it coming in scary strong without a noticeable cue. The Sufis sing, "open up the doors in the center of your chest and let the spirits fly in and out". Only, it may not be easy to do the math or make the buck while doing so...