I picked hard O, but then to my amusement I found myself wanting to split hairs and place myself between a plain O and an HO. Like it matters.
It did help me flesh out my own ambivalence, and I began to wonder if on the one hand the O's wanted things to sound good, whereas the S's wanted the sound to make them feel good--good being a place holder for feeling sad, passionate, bold, energetic, happy, bedazzled, entranced, enchanted, melancholic, nostalgic, etc., that is to say the exact destination may be less important than having music kick oneself out of the default mode of brain reality into an altered state. To compare it with a drug induced strate isn't altogether unfair, but it potentially cheapens the experience, making it something less than wholesome when we are merely doing something all cultures do and have done since the dawn of time, and likely a practice which has significant value to our species survival.
So damn straight I want it to sound good, SINAD numbers off the chart, perfect Harman score, an acoustically near perfect listening room, and the entire history of human musical history just a thumb wheel away all in 24/192 splendor, ane enlivened with good video feeds when available. And here is the part that had me leaning back from the Hard O ideal, and saying but what if all that isn't enough? I want need that PRAT, and an emotional connection to the music that makes me want to sing or to dance or play air instruments or wave my arms furiously at my imaginary orchestra. How does the quality of the sound service that goal?
And I think that really is the crux of the matter--the S men and women do not care so much how that emotional involvement is evoked and whether its even or odd or both types of distortion that help to get those feet moving, that they move is all that matters. You see this with musicians--they can get scads of joy from a frumpy systemin fact, be absolutely delighted by it, whereas the bloated bass and sibilance of the system makes me want to cover my ears and for cover. And while it hasn't happened all that many times, I have heard some fine objectively high scoring systems that for some reason didn't captivate me the way that my somewhat cobbled together systems in the past have done. That's one of the really fun things about the RMAF. In the early days, it was all kinds of cool with some absolute gorgeous sound issuing forth from the most unlikely contrivances. Sort of forces one to hit the reset button when it comes to expectations of high fidelity. And what I wanted to say is where I had those technically excellent, emotionally uninvolving encounters.
And for me that's one of the joys of DIY--it is much easier to tailor a system to one's taste--I like it loud, I like it clean and i simply prefer planars. I also like my bass to be fleshy, and taut (and invariably expensive). I don't care if I can imagine picking out all the string instruments along the inner semicircle of a symphonic orchestra. Just keep the drum kit reasonably proportioned, the vocalists of human proportions, and I'm pretty much good to go.
Certainly nothing I have written here is news. I think that for some individuals there is a certain technical standard that needs to be met before one can fully engage with the music, and that the better the playback the greater the engagement. And at some point it can become so important, that achievement of greater technical merit allows for fuller engagement irrespective of actual improvement. It's almost as if that security of knowing the numbers are great at some point enhances listening pleasure in it's own right. And again who cares? If thats the ticket, punch it.
I believe that some day we will discover the actual ways in which we are wired very differently. I'm with SIY in what may seem like an extreme stance that anything short of highly focused listening where differences in sound can be described clearly with words and correlated with msmts really isn't the subject of any useful discourse. That doesn't negate all the wonderful adjectives that come tumbling off our tongues as we simply notice what is so effing good about even stereo reproduction when done right. Again it's that damn O in me that so wants to enjoy the tunes but is driven to distraction by technical shortcomings, which is why the msmts matter.
I appreciate the post--the past week I have found myself spending more time wondering whether we aren't all missing an opportunity to make some headway. The ABX food fights are predictable, and predictably unfulfilling. But my gut tells me that there are some intangibles out there that aren't being fully captured--at least that's what 50 years of on/off devotion to the art/science/metaphysical aspects of music reproduction.
I was pretty much hooked from the get go; no pusher man needed to encourage my interests. During about ten years of that time I had enough $$ to go a bit off the rails and ended up with 40K of gear that just wasn't consistently pushing my buttons and what led to my eventual discovery of DIY, and knowing the absolute importance of having well behaved transducers in a decent acoustic space.