It was 1978. A small jazz club in San Luis Obispo, California. A pianist — I genuinely wish I could remember his name — playing solo. Just a Steinway grand and a quiet room.
No microphones. No amplification. No speakers, no cables, no power cords. No debates about whether any of it matters.
Just music and air.
What struck me wasn't the performance. In fact, I don't even remember the performance or the music. It was the sound itself. The way each note bloomed in the room — the sharp immediate attack of hammer on string, followed by a wash of harmonics that filled the space from floor to ceiling. The way the sustain pedal transformed not just the duration of notes but the entire acoustic character of the instrument. The way sound decayed naturally into silence rather than stopping.
I sat there thinking: this is what I'm trying to recreate. This is the target.
And here's the humbling part — no hi-fi system I've ever heard, including my own, has fully captured that experience. We get close. Astonishingly close, sometimes. But there's always a gap. The air isn't quite right. The dynamic envelope isn't quite instantaneous. The room interactions are simulated rather than real.
I don't say this to discourage anyone. I say it because having a genuine acoustic reference is essential. Without it, we're optimizing without a compass. We might make a system sound impressive or exciting or detailed, but we have no way of knowing whether we're moving toward or away from the truth.
This is why I keep going back to live acoustic music. Sit close enough to hear the instrument directly, and pay attention to texture, dynamics, the way sound moves through space.
I sat not 4 feet away from Zuill Bailey's cello a year before we had the honor of recording him for Octave Records.
If you get the chance, take it. That becomes your reference.
Perfection may be unreachable. But we're getting closer and closer. I can almost taste it.
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