I love to attend the symphony. Being devoid of musical talent I possess an almost childlike awe of the orchestra, their skill and dedication seeming otherworldly to me, existing on an ethereal plain higher than my own, unattainable by mere mortals.
If you listen only to digital music, it is difficult to appreciate the texture of a live orchestral performance; its analog corpus alternately soft and silky, then disconsonant, then soaring to grand heights, enveloping you in a way that makes it difficult to even discern from whence the sound emanates, evoking emotional responses unobtainable by the spoken word. Continue reading


