A concert to forget

Thanks Leo!

To be read.

Rather than commenting, I would like to emphasize what you say at a certain point: «The listening of "liquid" music has great potential but is often marred by unsuitable devices, compressed digital formats, background noise, and poor quality speakers. We have become accustomed to listening to music in precarious conditions and in a fragmented way, renouncing sound quality and the unity of some musical works conceived as a musical journey, rather than as single songs.»

This is tremendously true. We all make more or less use of these "travel" or "field" conveniences. But it is diabolical how this way of listening creeps in to replace a relationship of true and total dedication to the work in the act of intentional listening: whether at the theater or on one's own sofa with worthy reproduction sources and the cell phone turned off.

That which should have the value of a note tends to replace the book; that which should have the value of a photo of a loved one kept in a wallet, almost makes you believe it is "easier" to just stay there feasting on that photo, instead of elbowing through the busy hours of your day to seek good moments to truly be together with the loved one.

If we do not remain vigilant (I must watch myself), these modes of listening become the norm. And then perhaps you tell yourself "oh well: every era has its ways and means"... And everything is "fine"!

LucaCavaliere wrote:

Thanks Leo!

To be read.

Rather than commenting, I would like to emphasize what you say at a certain point: «The listening of “liquid” music has great potential but is often marred by unsuitable devices, compressed digital formats, background noise, and poor quality speakers. We have become accustomed to listening to music in precarious conditions and in a fragmented way, renouncing sound quality and the unity of some musical works conceived as a musical journey, rather than as single songs.»

This is tremendously true. We all make more or less use of these "travel" or "field" conveniences. But it is diabolical how this way of listening creeps in to replace a relationship of true and total dedication to the work in the act of intentional listening: whether at the theater or on your own sofa at home with worthy reproduction sources and your cell phone turned off.

That which should have the value of a note tends to replace the book; that which should have the value of a photo of a loved one kept in a wallet, almost makes you believe it is more "easy" to just stay there feasting on that photo, instead of elbowing through the busy hours of your day to seek good moments to truly be together with the loved one.

If one does not remain vigilant (I must watch myself), these modes of listening become the norm. And then perhaps you tell yourself "oh well: every era has its ways and means"... And everything is "fine"!

How much truth in these words!