Some say a bird in the hand is
worth two in the bush while others may feel that two is better than one. As Star
Trek's Spock once said in the original series episode Amok Time (paraphrased) "You
will find it is better to want than to have. It is not logical, but it is often
true." The (excellent) editorial
by Art Dudley in the now defunct Listener magazine with their March/April 2002 edition shows that
there are unhappy music lovers out there. Worse still, what should be fun has,
instead, turned into some type of personal torture. What is it about being an
audiophile that may lead some enthusiasts into a type of living
hell?
In fact there was a time in my very own life that this type of
living hell reared its ugly head. The search for the ultimate in audio
transparency/accuracy lead me to a life of enjoying fewer and fewer music
recordings. Why is that you ask. Because once it was achieved it was also found
that few recordings were up to the so-called "perfection" i had hoped. From
recordings using too much compression, synthesized hall sounds in multi-tracked
recordings, timing errors within percussion/brass during classical recordings....
Only the most minimally mic'ed and extremely well performed music was up to par.
The problem with this was that much of my favorite music became
virtually unlistenable! One would feel that the opposite would be true. With so
much transparency/accuracy at my disposal one may feel that it was joy to meet
the ultimate goal. Some may feel it would be as though living in audio's Garden
of Eden. Imagine the joys in hearing the second chair violinists third sting
being ever so slightly out of tune, or that single off-pitch voice in a choir.
With such resolution at hand it may be assumed this would bring elation in
hearing what 99% of others do not. And here lies the problem... assumption.
With the Formula 1 season beginning in Melbourne Australia only a few
days away as of this writing... Like a fine-tuned Ferrari F1, the best straight ahead
speed is wonderful, but it should not come at a cost of lackluster cornering
ability and overall agility. There is a fine balance that must be acquired to
win the race. The same may be said for high-end systems. Transparency and
accuracy may be great, but what about the ability to enjoy the music? It
may be hopeless to avoid the accuracy vs. musicality debate. One is said to be measurable
with computer instruments while the other is more subjective. Fact is, some Olympic
sports are judged subjectively and music, after all, is usually
"invented" to express one's emotions. Therefore it is logical to
expect a subjective, emotional response when listening to music.
For
those who enjoy such things, imagine what Playboy magazine would look like
without women wearing makeup, photo editing/airbrushing, etc. If the sharpest
lens and highest resolution large format film in the world was used to
photograph these women (or men in Playgirl) would you find yourself enjoying the photographs more?
Would being able to see each and every gorgeous curve, and flaw/pimple/wrinkle/freckle/hair
stubble/etc, make your experience more enjoyable or would the subjective
"flaws" detract from your overall satisfaction? Is
"perfection" a realistic and enjoyable goal?
This is not to say that the aspiration of ultimate transparency is
wrong nor that supreme musicality (at the cost of transparency) is the goal
either. It
is to say that, for some, it is better to want than to have. It is not
logical, but it is often true (Spock again). Wearing rose colored glasses in
some circumstances can be a good thing, yet at some point in life we must admit
there is a true reality out there as well. In life we each have our own
preferences. What equipment one reviewer finds enjoyable you may find painful
to listen to. On the other hand, you may find a reviewer (or two) who's
preferences are more in line with your own. As the title of this article begins
to say... Of course in the end what really matters is that you...
Enjoy the Music [Elvis Costello "She (Tous Les Visages de
L'Amour)"
right now],
Steven
R. Rochlin
She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is