For five immersive months I have delved into the matters of streamed music – from streaming services to DACs to cables, but only read about fuses. Sonos and Spotify no more.
A new world had arrived. Impressive deliveries, including convenience and massive content at a click of a button on the remote.
So impressed I more or less concluded that the traditional gap between digital and analog had been more or less obliterated.
So, after many years of dormant TT chain, today was the day. After refreshed TT setup the last couple days, I played vinyl.
More or less stunned, I was pressed into my chair by what I heard from my twenty-year-old TT chain (Michell Gyro Dec (with original ‘belt’ and spindle oil), SME 309 arm, Shelter 501 II cartridge, ASR Mini Basis phono amp, legacy Nordost phono RCA interconnect).
Finesse, increased tonal depth, increased tonal richness, dramatically-enhanced transients, stage strength and nuance, sheer power, clarity, power, completeness, and increased tonal balance and respect for individual characteristics/qualities. A curtain had been lifted. Jazz, rock, or classical. All luscious.
Anxious about disappointment that my memory of decades ago was fictional and after listening closely the last few months to several disappointing digital deliveries of Richard Strauss’ Also sprach Zarathustra, including DSD versions, I played my nearly fifty-year-old Deutche Grammophon recording of the Berlin Philharmonic conducted by Karl Böhm.
It was wonderful, finally, again. I felt as if I had the position of conductor. Intensely grasping this recording is, making modern hi-res digital versions shallow facsimiles. And, I could hear without gain riding the amp from the quietest to the loudest passages.
Vinyl is real music compared to digital, albeit more content plentiful and convenient.
I look forward to auditioning an Aurender and above. Perhaps then I will better embrace all the clamor in favor of digital.