"Il n'y a pas de rose sans épines"

It was some months since my last live music exposure... last concert I attended was before Christmas, a Bach Cantatas concert in a church...


Music is always in my life, yet... it's quite shocking appreciating with almost virgin ears an harpsichord, a bassoon, a soprano singer and a recorder flute from about five meters in a nice medium reverberated auditorium.

I often use the word compass to describe the need for keeping the direction in the search for audio Valhalla, the Nirvana where no more needs or wishes are felt and only the ineffable beauty of music remains, still and pure.

Well, the above ideal needs a strong discipline and goodwill... yesterday was raining cats & dogs and going to the concert wasn't easy... much easier would have been seating in my warm music room and enjoying (reproduced) music.


... but: "Il n'y a pas de rose sans épines".


The cheapest and truest method is enjoying live music, of course.


All the times, I'm impressed by the beauty and uniqueness of tones, yes, tones more than highs, mids and lows... the harmonics and silky high pitched notes from flute or female soprano voice... the ringings and decay of the harpsichord and the way the instruments blend together and reach the audience.


This makes me to think to the great wide-band speakers I own and appreciate: the Siemens KL307, the Coral, the Philips 9710, the Jordan Watts, the Cabasse Dinghy... they're absolutely not comparable with Gotorama's nuances, yet their limited pluses are so music friendly.


The tones, the spirit, the essence of instruments and musical meaning so here alive must be preserved and respected and cherished... and reached!


... more than those fabled 20hz or 22khz...


Tone and timbre are all, as their intervowing and interaction gives that mysterious stuff... music.