Listening #83 Page 3
So I've tried, whenever possible, to avoid the jargon of subjective reviewing. But I haven't always succeededand the reason for that, I've come to suspect, is that my point of view contains a flaw: Domestic playback cannot, in all intellectual honesty, be compared with live musical events.
An example: Most unamplified musical instruments disperse sound in every direction, behaving in accordance with a complex relationship between wavelength size on one hand and the size and shape of the instrument on the other. Most loudspeakers, for their part, are directional over at least some frequencies, and their dispersion patterns are comparatively easy to model and predict, thus paving the way for such words as beaming and diffraction.
So it turns out we really do need a few words all our own. But only a few.
12. On the day after Christmas, 2007, the New York Times published this observation by film reviewer Neil Genzlinger: "[Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem] may not be classic sci-fi like the original Alien, which it has in its DNA, but it's a perfectly respectable next step in the series. [The] directors and . . . the screenwriter give the humans in the story much more attention than they received in the first film, which makes for a far more watchable movie." No one can explain the clunky prose, but a team of theologians has suggested that God Himself spoke through Mr. Genzlinger that day: The Almighty had grown so disgusted with the current state of film criticism that He decided to make the genre obsolete with one stroke of the reviewer's mighty pen.
13. Participation in the popular "Critic's Corner" forum on www.audioasylum.com will no longer interfere with the late-afternoon reruns of Matlock for one pugnacious retiree: In July, the moderators there essentially invited Richard BassNut Greene to crap in his hat and wear it backwards. The problem: Several times a weekoften several times a dayMr. Nut posted windy, hysterical, and confrontational messages that attacked the honesty and intelligence of anyone who believes that different amplifiers actually sound different from one another.
It's fair to say that most of the other posters on "Critic's Corner" disliked Richard BassNut Greene, although those few who shared his Garfield-caliber sense of humor appeared more tolerant than the rest. In any event, Mr. Nut was an unwitting poster boy for those of us who say: If you don't care for audio criticism in general, or a certain magazine or writer in specific, then please, by all means, do not read that which you profess to dislike reading. To continue to do otherwise is either to emulate the behavior of the high-school girl who declares and demonstrates faux hatred for the boy she really loves in a pathetic quest for his attention ("Critic's Corner" has at least one of those, too), or to manifest a similarly pathetic desire to shape the likes and dislikes of others, especially those who seem to be enjoying life more than the reader. (The February 2009 issue of Science reported on a study, led by Hidehiko Takahashi, that demonstrated that schadenfreude, of which the above may be a variant, is demonstrably linked to feelings of envy at a neurocognitive level.) Whichever end of the latrine it falls into, it sure as hell isn't pretty.
14. The single most important goal of every living thing is to reproduce. (That, in itself, explains a lot.)
J. Gordon Holt, who died in July, didn't only create America's first subjective-review audio magazine. For a number of years, Gordon himself was the first, and only, subjective-review audio magazine. One is reminded of the words of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: "I carry my own church about, under my own hat."
Gordon's singular idea bore fruit. Between 1962 and now there came a seemingly endless line of children: The Abso!ute Sound, International Audio Review, StereOpus, The $ensible Sound, High Performance Review, The Audio Critic, The Audio Amateur, Hi-Fi Heretic, High End/Sounds Like†. . ., Positive Feedback, Sound Practices, Audio Adventure/Play, Listener, Ultimate Audio, The Hi-Fi Reader. Some of those children survive, and some have passed away. None look entirely like their dad, or even each other. None.
In 1985, the year I first met Gordon, I agreed with virtually everything he wrote. Twenty years later we had a grudging agreement that the sun rose daily, but agreed on little else. Stereophile is the lucky child whose dad had a point of view, and if getting along with him was difficult at times, getting along without him won't be a walk in the park, either. We will never cease to miss J. Gordon Holt.
E.M. Forster wondered: Can we separate works of art from their creators?