(Music: the lovely 1984 recording by Arthur Moreira Lima of Ernesto Nazareth's Brazilian waltzes and tangos. A disc I bought in another life at a used CDs' stall and am never ever tired of. Even on hi-fi systems.)
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One.
Well I had this iPhone 5 given to me by my wife. I never thought of using it for storing music, even though I am what you anglophones call a commuter and spend time on trains and Metros. Instead, I love taking hot baths and trying to stop my mind and go back inside some maternal womb - as Woody Allen said, anyone's womb. So one day, while at the phone with a member here, my iPhone slipped into the hot, soapy water. Nothing could save it. It was lost and I had to think of another one.
Having seen and appreciated an Asus Zenfone 2 ML551 of a friend, my wife was so kind to give me one. It lasted six months until one day it fell face down on the ground and the touch screen was so compromised that it was useless to think about repairing it. It seems I have a bad karma with cellphones, but this is only the beginning of the story. I had bought a similar cellphone for my wife because her iPhone 4 was a) small, b) couldn't be updated or upgraded anymore and some apps already were announced as soon no more working on it. So, to cut a short story shorter, I took her 64 gigabyte Zenfone and bought her a smaller, more agile one.
Now, you find yourself with a cellphone with 64 giga store capacity and what do you do? You start thinking about putting some music in it. At first you think of just something you love specially to listen to while commuting, in the cold morning when you sit in a train and everybody around you is either cladded in black trendy clothes and is sucked into the screen of his/her smartphone or is a flock of faculty youngsters laughing at professors or discussing upcoming exams and talk loud and laugh but at least are not zombie-faced lost in a 5.5" luminous coffin. So I started thinking about how to do it, but my phone is Android and my Mac is a Mac and they will communicate properly much after Israel and Palestine will have found some agreement. But in the end, I did it: with a small app for the phone called Double Twist and its corresponding app for the Mac. I couldn't resist the ease with which I could transfer all my music from iTunes [never ever talk bad of iTunes: it's almost perfection in the absurdity of computer worlds] to Asus, and ended up with all of it in perfect order, with artwork and an absolutely unsuspectedly good pair of earplugs on my trips to the city of Milano which, in spite of Nigel's courteous admiration, is a repellent, anxiogenous rat-hole only devoted to money making and personal exhibition.
All my music on the Asus is either mp3 auto-rips from Amazon, AACs bought from iTunes or AACs rips from my own CDs. Not only we're not talking Hi-Def here, but we're talking that compressed thrash that Michael Fremer, the God of Audio, states he's able to recognize while sleeping in the midst of a metallurgic factory in full activity compared to any non-compressed format. Well, this morning I was listening to some of that thrash (David Chesky's The girl from Guantanamo, a nice musical poem for soprano and small orchestra, a piece I used to hear infinite times when it was trendy at my friend's audio store and he played it on systems costing like apartments [for people that actually lives in apartments costing like stereo systems]) and I realized that I had never heard it so well. The voice was beautiful, true, the stereo perspective wide and realistic, the acoustic instruments (mainly pizzicato strings and woodwinds, plus an occasional hand clap), the bass deep and controlled, the treble clean and airy and believable. I na word, everything I had always hoped to find in a system and have struggled (and spent, the f*uck with it!) to obtain. Even the mp3 of Smoke on the water, that I played on the way back after seven hours of teaching, just to bring back some irreverent fun into that twilight hour of the day, sounded perfect: the riff was rich, the drums was drums, and I could hear the pick work on the bass entry, like if it was not a rough recording of an overrated piece of thrash of 45 years ago but a good, enjoyable and believable piece of irreverent, funny rock, well worth listening.
Two.
At home, I wanted to play some more music. I was hungry with that same fun and quality enjoyment. But my Royal stereo – Naim's CDX2, SN, two extra PSUs, NAC A5 and Ovator S-400s – couldn't come close to that experience; it was just flat, aggressive, modestly detailed, a zero spatial plastic reproduction. And I knew (what most kind guys here seem to be completely unaware of) that no setup and no tweaking on this unlucky planet could have changed that sound into something listenable, enjoyable. My 16/44.1 CDs sounded like I had some problem in my ears. And the problem in my ears is that it is a stereo system inside a domestic room: something that will never be able to work properly, under any circumstance. To me, this is now a given fact, a plain truth. A system, and a costly one, is HDMI: a hoax, a disappointment and a mission impossible. No responsible, no-one guilty, nothing I didn't know before; but a simple acknowledgement that all efforts are vain, are money down the toilet: stereo systems will never sound as good as an mp3 inside a good pair of earplugs from a decently designed telephone. Speakers in a domestic environment cannot cope with the infinity of acoustical, unmanageable issues; spatial details get lost in the real space but are preserved in the perfect rendition of two things inside the ears; and, the most humiliating thing of all, although I have tried headphones costing around €1000, no one sounded as good as the free pair of plugs I got with my Asus. And the iPhone4 I was almost tempted to ditch is, perhaps, even better. iTunes is not perfect, but a tad clearer and luminous than double Twist.
Three.
So what am I doing here now? I have no advice to give anyone anymore, I am not interested in upgrading or spending and I know that each day, when I feel a tickling, pleasant itch to buy some new box or cable, it is not anything else than an induced need leading me nowhere. So, with the rock-solid conviction that most of what I wrote until now will sound like drunken bulls*it to most (well, I am not drunk), I have nothing left to say than good night to everybody, not knowing if we'll ever meet again on the congested, delusional, sometimes unreadable pages of this loony bin.
Cheers
M.
Posted on: 17 November 2017 by Corry
Max,
I certainly identify with some of your concerns. When I started on this hi-fi caper some 30 years ago, my simple goal was to find a way to experience recorded music more intimately and intensely. My reasoning was that, if I could hear the music in a more pure, less adulterated state, I would enjoy it more. Who could argue with that? But the reality turned out to be more complicated.
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve made relatively few bad decisions, so my upgrade path has been fairly straight. But those reviews where you read about a delighted purchaser pulling record after record (or CD after CD) off their shelves because they’re so enthralled with the improvement the latest upgrade has brought them? That has happened to me very rarely. Most upgrades I’ve made have been initially underwhelming, although I recognise that the better ones have, over time, broadened my musical horizons, and made it easier and more enjoyable to “get” music that I’d previously found overly challenging.
While my current system rarely makes my hair stand on end, I’m occasionally surprised by how well it can convey complex music and, yes, I find myself more and more often pulling out records that I haven’t listened to in a couple of decades, so that’s good. But I spend most of my day in my home office listening to the local classical station on a 40 year old transistor radio, and it can certainly do an adequate job of drawing me into the music for hours on end. So I suppose my dissatisfaction can be summarised as: if a cheap radio can deliver the goods on a basic level, surely a seriously expensive “traditional” hi-fi should be so much better that it becomes addictive to listen to? Yet it isn’t. When I’m in the mood, it can be quite engaging, but I rarely find myself tempted to sneak upstairs to the living room, which I could easily do most days.
The upshot of all this is that I often get into a frame of mind similar to yours. Crassly stated, shouldn’t I be getting a better return for all the money I’ve sunk into my system down the years? Maybe, like many others on the forum, I should face up to this, and downgrade?
Well no, I’m not ready for that, at least not yet. I recently asked my local dealer to keep his eyes peeled for an elderly, well-loved 552. The reason the 552 piques my interest is partly because it’s a natural endpoint for my upgrade cycle (in short, space and money limitations), but also because it seems that almost everyone that owns one describes how the transition to a 552 makes their system compelling to listen to in a way that other preamps don’t. Some have even said “give me a Nait or a 552, but nothing in between.” I realise this is hyperbole, but I get the thinking behind it: you can have the bottom of the line product that happens to punch way above its weight, and does the essentials, but not a whole lot more; or you can have the top of the line model that cuts no corners, and makes no compromises. Everything in between becomes tainted with “yes, definitely better than the previous one, but …”
Anyway, if such a 552 ever shows up, I foresee one of two outcomes. Either it will lift my system to a level where the music is sufficiently enthralling that I no longer pay attention to the hi-fi stuff, or it will turn out to be just another step on an endless ladder of mild dissatisfaction. And, if it turns out to be the latter, then it may be time to start planning the downgrade, and deciding what my optimal, radically simplified system should look like.
Anyway, my apologies for the lengthy digression (it’s late here, and I’m done working). I hope your current state of mind turns out to be transitory, that you find a way to get your system working in a way that meets your expectations, and that you continue to participate in the forum. I know it’s been said many times before, but I’ve found that near-obsessive attention to installation – cable dressing, box placement, torque, speaker positioning, room optimisation (within limits) etc. etc. – makes that 5% difference between a system that’s merely competent and one that truly satisfies.
Best,
C
Posted on: 17 November 2017 by Massimo Bertola
First.
I said it was my quasi goodbye post. A long night' sleep has removed the irrational part of the disappointment and left at least some will to try again.
SJB: Thanks, it's kind you you, but does your wish sound like if I have some health issue? (I'm joking; thanks).
Cat345: apart from the fact that I have heard one (1) good sounding, single driver, no-crossover speaker system sounding good in my whole life – the Voxativ Ampeggio* – and all the others have always sounded no different from what a patient DIY-er could build on a couple of rainy Sundays in a garage, maybe the problem is not the Ovators' crossover, but mine...
Mango: no, I am not. But the circumstances in which I came into their possession (not meaning that I broke in into someones' apartment, stole them and came down the gutter hold one under each arm) would make their substitution a financial Titanic. And I know that they can sound good, even very good, and what's more (and worst), all the women who come to our house find them beautiful..
Haim, my friend: as you see, I'm here. But I am not sure I like the concept of temperament applied to anything else than a musical instrument... My therapist (yes, I see one) says that there are steps and differences between character, temperament and personality: what you are born with, what is partly induced and molded by your parents and, in general, family life and the result of the two plus your personal life experience. So, which is Italian of the three in my case?
TIMPD: How I understand you; not only in the car I enjoy things that would make me (musically and sonically) vomit at home, but I sing along, shouting like a 23-years old Paul McCartney in Kansas City..
Daft Aped: see reply to MM. It doesn't mean that I keep the Ovators because selling them would make me lose too much money, but that is also a marginal side of the thing. As for the holiday, I could have a prescription for leaving my job any moment for a given length of time, but unfortunately the hours in the classroom with my students – one at a time, each with his/her own personality, each with a different program and way of learning – are amongst the few life-bringing things of my days.
Analog: I have no digital output - my CDX2 is absolutely first generation (and works well, I am touching wood, thanks). But I have appreciated what a Core and a Nova do. And after my last night's rant I should be ready for streamed music, shouldn't I? So, we'll see...
Yeti: I hadn't thought of it. I'll try. But it will feel a little like when King Kong is holding Fay Wray in its paws having dubious thoughts about her...
Strat: Thanks. I'll try to understand if I can consider the exactitude of my description as a success or a failure. I suppose in this case you meant awful, not awful.
Joe: and I can appreciate various parts of your considered reply, but I beg to differ on your first paragraph.
BP: What can I say? You're right, safe that I find the Asus free plugs better than my former Apple ones.
Now, if in the mean time someone has replied, I'll have to start again...
Best,
Max