Russell Lichter: “I have been listening to classical music since I was a little kid. Listening to music, really listening, is an act of supreme intimacy and impeccable communication between listener, performer and composer. I have never been able to put into words the complexity and intensity of my feelings hearing Richter playing Beethoven or Michel Block playing Albéniz or Berglund conducting Sibelius. The best I can hope for as a writer is to influence others to partake of the feast.”
The season’s changed and it’s no longer mandatory to light an evening fire. This means music listening unaccompanied by the fan in our wood-burning stove.
I don’t know that a month has elapsed in the past five years without periods of audiophile anguish over imaging.
Perceived acoustic certainties appear like Venus on the half shell, only to crumble in a penumbra of doubt: Do these two amplifiers, a Bel Canto eVo2 and a Spectron Digital One, really sound different?
Thinking back to my last missive and your parenthetical comment, I withheld the brand name of the DAC I was auditioning…
You know how the classical music market is these days, tapes dying slow deaths in dusty vaults, superb performances disappearing like drachmas tossed into the Aegean by an indifferent tourist.
It’s late night here. One can hear the whispered prayers from neighboring homes that the NASDAQ goes up again, and the plaintive call of the great horned owl.
We had an earthquake in the neighborhood a couple or three weeks ago, five point something.