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Issue 50

We're Golden!

We're Golden!

Bill Leebens

Welcome to Copper #50! It's hard to believe we've reached our 50th issue---and thanks to all of you for supporting us, and helping us to reach this milestone. Even more unbelievable is the fact that issue #53 will mark two years for the mag! Tempus fugit, indeed!

The first installment in our series on cables by Galen Gareis with Gautam Raja concludes with part 3 of Time is of the Essence; and we have the second part of  John Seetoo's interview  with Tom Fineson of Robert Fine and Wilma Cozart Fine, and a  recording/mastering/archival engineer in his own right.

The gang's all here: Larry Schenbeck looks at and listens to voicesDan Schwartz looks at electronic guitarsRichard Murison examines the peculiar case of "The Japanese Beethoven"Jay Jay French concludes the ‘67 Psychedelic Shootout with a winnerDuncan Taylor records guitar phenom Grayson Erhard (and you really need to see and hear this kid play!); Roy Hall remembers great jazz artists heard in his NYC neighborhood; Anne E. Johnson brings us the intriguing Kenyan group, Yellow Light Machine ; Woody Woodward looks at the amazing legacy of Muscle Shoals producer Rick Hall;  and I take a maybe-last trip to CES, and look at a big batch of old Stereophile magazines.

Anne also contributes Something Old/Something New, with a survey of  recent recordings of Mozart Chamber Music; and Industry News welcomes Qobuz to the US, and regards the return of Circuit City with a head well-shaken, not stirred..

Copper #50 concludes with another classic audio cartoon from Charles Rodrigues, and a striking Parting Shot from Paul McGowan

We hope you're still keeping your New Year's resolutions---especially if one of them is to read every issue of Copper. See you next issue!

Cheers, Leebs.


Tom Fine, Part 2

Tom Fine, Part 2

Tom Fine, Part 2

John Seetoo

[Tom Fine is an archival/recording/mastering engineer, and if if his name sounds familiar, it’s likely because he’s the son of Robert Fine and Wilma Cozart Fine. One of the rare husband-wife teams in music production and recording, Robert Fine ran the Fine Sound and Fine Recording studios, and Wilma Cozart Fine was the VP of Mercury Records, known for producing the legendary Living Presence series. Tom spoke with John Seetoo for Copper, and shared details of growing up in an intensely-artistic environment, and of his own career. Part 1 of the interview appeared in Copper #49 —Ed.]

John Seetoo: A number of well known records from a wide range of artists in different musical genres were recorded at Fine Recording Studios, among them: Quincy Jones, Buddy Rich, Judy Collins, Janos Starker, Rev. James Cleveland, and Lighting Hopkins.  Can you take us through the process of how a project might have come to Fine Recording through the technical and decision making process to the final product?

For example, what factors determined which room and what formats and equipment would be used on those sessions, given the relatively customized nature of Fine Recording’s setup?  One would imagine that the decision to use 35 mag or conventional 2 track stereo or early multi track formats were not technical aspects that most producers at the time were familiar with.  Did Fine Recording give producers and artists demonstrations for comparison, or were the decisions more predicated on budget and schedule restrictions?

Tom Fine: I don’t really understand your question, but here’s a stab at it …

A recording studio, especially in those days, was set up to serve client needs. So the client determines the budget and the budget determines how much time and gear can be thrown at the problem. When he owned Fine Recording, my father was known for having an excellent-sounding and very reverberant main studio (Ballroom Studio A, which was literally the former Ballroom in the Great Northern Hotel on 57th Street). This was a good place for large-ensemble recording. Quincy Jones had worked with my father since the early 50s, when he was an arranger for Mercury’s Emarcy jazz imprint. When Quincy formed his own big band in 1958, he recorded his first two albums at my father’s studio. He also produced numerous sessions for Mercury at Fine Recording. Both of my parents knew, liked and very much respected Quincy Jones.

The Jimmy Cleveland who recorded at Fine Recording was the jazz trombone player, so make sure we’re talking about the same person here. Cleveland made one of his solo albums for Mercury at the studio and was also a member of Quincy Jones’ band.

Many famous musicians recorded at Fine Recording, and before that Fine Sound. It’s worth mentioning that my father had two studios in Manhattan. When Loews/MGM bought the rights to PerspectaSound, in 1952, they bought 51% of Fine Sound, which at that time was based at my father’s home in Rockland County NY. In just over a year of operation, Fine Sound had already become one of the largest independent disc-mastering facilities in the U.S. My father would engineer recording sessions at various NYC studios, mainly Fulton Sound and Reeves, as a freelancer, then master the discs at his studio “upstate”. He also spent a fair amount of time inventing and prototyping PerspectaSound. Anyway, when Lowes/MGM bought PerspectaSound, they moved Fine Sound Studios into the majority of space of what had been WMGM’s broadcast studios, at 711 Fifth Avenue (now the Coca-Cola building). The studios were originally built as NBC’s first network studios, before Rockefeller Center. They had been completely rebuilt by WMGM in 1949 (interesting article about the studios under WMGM was published in 1949 in Audio Engineering magazine). Fine Sound was in business until 1957, when my father got into a lawsuit with Loews after Loews sold the building to Columbia Pictures. Columbia Pictures wanted to take over one of the two Fine Sound recording studios for a screening room. The Fine Sound business model didn’t work without two working recording studios, plus a sound-for-picture mixing studio and disc-mastering facilities. Therefore, my father sued to block the breakup of his studios. He lost, including losing the rights to his invention, and had to start over. In 1957, he found out that the Great Northern Hotel’s ballroom was available for rent, and he established Fine Recording. The studio opened for business in 1958.

Back to the client lists … Fine Sound played host to many jazz recording sessions for Verve/Norgran (Norman Granz), Mercury/Emarcy, Kapp and other labels. Just about anyone who recorded for Verve did a session or more at Fine Sound in the 1950s, or was recorded by my father at either Fulton Sound or Reeves in the very early 50s. Fine Sound was also where many MGM movies, cartoons and shorts were mixed for PerspectaSound release. And, it was the highest-volume independent disc mastering facility in the country in the mid-50s. Fine Recording carried on as a major disc-mastering facility, and grew into a very large studio complex. The Ballroom became Studio A, the former service kitchen was Studio B. Up on the 8th floor was sound-for-picture Studio C and later second sound-for-picture Studio D. The disc-mastering rooms were on the penthouse floor, as was my father’s office. There were also optical film developing and editing facilities, and a large tape-duplication plant in the building’s basement.

JS: The remote recording truck was considered to be a breakthrough for rock music recording when the Rolling Stones and the Grateful Dead equipped trucks with multi track recording equipment for concert and location recording outside of the conventional studio setup.  However, Fine Recording apparently had its own version of remote recording using film recording gear as early as 1961, with hi fi recordings of the Russian Folk Orchestra in Moscow, the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra and Bach organ virtuoso Virgil Fox.  What do you recall of these setups and how they did they differ from other concert recordings at the time, both in terms of techniques and sound quality?


The Fine Sound recording truck.


Robert Fine inside the truck, around 1956. Ampex 300 3-track deck is on the right.

TF: My father’s recording truck (always owned by him personally) was built in 1952, originally for location sound recording for Jerome Hill’s documentary about Albert Schweitzer. Starting in 1952 and up through 1965, the truck was used to make all of the Mercury Living Presence classical recordings. It was equipped for mono recording until late 1955, when Mercury purchased a 3-track Ampex 300 machine to make stereo recordings. The truck carried 35mm 3-track film recording equipment after my father purchased Everest’s studio in 1961, until 1963. The truck was set up as a mobile “machine room.” The monitor/control room would be inside the recording venue, usually the conductor’s office. The truck was retired around 1967 and donated to the fire department in Bob Eberenz’s home town of Oradell NJ. It was eventually passed on to the Oradell Explorer Scouts chapter, and was used up into the 1970s.

It’s important to note that when my parents were making classical recordings, these were not recordings of live concerts. They were actual recording sessions, with as many retakes as were necessary to get the performance desired by the artist and producer. They were made in performance venues, but the orchestra was often set up in a way optimum for the recording rather than on-stage as in performance with an audience in the room. Sessions would take place over several days, and several albums worth of material would be recorded. The tapes would be taken back to the label’s headquarters or the studio and edited, then records would be cut from the edited master tapes.

The kind of trucks built for the Rolling Stones and Grateful Dead were very different from the little GM van my father used. But he kept up on the mobile-studio scene throughout his career and was good friends with Dave Hewitt, who was a mobile studio pioneer for The Record Plant and then on his own. When I was a teenager, I got a tour of the Record Plant Mobile from Dave Hewitt himself. I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever seen.

JS: Given that Fine Recording was on W. 57th Street in NYC, the film and television circles were a relatively small community in New York compared to Hollywood during the 1950’s and 1960’s.  One of the few other Hollywood decision makers of that era based out of New York was Matty Fox from Universal, who also had an office on W. 57th Street.  Did Fine Recording ever do any work on Fox’s projects, and if so, do you recall which ones?  Fox was one of the first financiers to recognize the earnings potential of film libraries for television.  If not with Fox, are there any film or tv projects that come to mind of particular note, and why?

TF: Never heard mention of Matty Fox by my parents. Never heard of him until now. Fine Recording did a lot of sound-for-picture work, everything from hundreds if not thousands of TV commercials to industrial films (including classified work for various military and intelligence contractors) to feature films (including the 6-channel soundtrack for “War and Peace”) to special projects like the World’s Fair, Expo67 and Hemisfair.

JS: In that same vein, Robert Fine held a number of patents and some of his innovations involved what are described as early forms of video streaming and pioneering use of SMPTE code to sync lock and eliminate crosstalk on multi track recording and playback machines.  Do you have any insights as to the genesis and development of these platforms, which are now standard in the industry some 40 years later?

TF: Not sure which patents you’re referring to. The only thing my father invented related to SMPTE Timecode was the Vidimag machine manufactured by Magnatech. That machine used special sprocketed videotape to let a film-based facility do sound production for videotape. A work picture was recorded onto the VidiMag tape, the sprocket motor sync’d up with the other film machines at the facility, and the master soundtrack recorded onto the Vidimag tape. The master soundtrack was then laid-back onto the videotape master, using SMPTE timecode that was laid down with the work picture. This was a very specific solution to a very specific problem, so not many machines were made and it was not something that put a lot of money in the bank. My father also invented PerspectaSound and several related patents, as well as a cassette-based instructional kiosk system. He also came up with something he called Vidcom, which used a form of slow-scan television technology to store high-resolution images on cassette tapes. The images could be transmitted as audio-frequency signals via radio (for instance, mug shots to police cars) or the telephone (for instance, newspaper photographs), and would be displayed on a high resolution CRT monitor. Copies were made with a Polaroid industrial macro-lens camera attached to the CRT monitor. This system, invented in the late 60s, was ahead of its time and didn’t catch on.

Regarding my father’s patents, there was another interesting invention among them. He developed, and he and Bob Eberenz built, a system that would etch an optical soundtrack onto the edge of 35mm full-coat magnetic film. This was developed at the request of the old-school film editors who hated “scrubbing” magnetic film over a head to hear cut and cue sounds, indicating the places they’d make their splices. They had been able to see these sounds on the optical soundtrack and thus could edit soundtrack films without listening to them, very quickly! My father’s invention re-purposed the cutting stylus from the Philips-Miller sound recorder (Google it, it’s an interesting piece of machinery). Mr. Miller, the inventor of the machine (which Philips licensed and commercialized), was my father’s first employer. This was a case where my father had learned about a 1930s technology, stored the knowledge away and then re-purposed the then-obsolete idea for a new use. He even obtained a few Philips cutter-heads, and mounted them on Magnasync magnetic film recorders. He never commercialized the product beyond Fine Recording because it was a “secret weapon” to lock in lots of film-sound work, as the editors requested the hybrid magnetic-optical output.

In general, my father was a very creative guy who liked to tinker with existing technologies, figuring out how to make them do different things or solve new problems. One of his heroes was Thomas Edison. He was particularly proud of his patents.


That mobile recording truck really WAS mobile!

[The conclusion of John Seetoo’s in-depth interview with Tom Fine will appear in Copper #51. In part 3, Tom discusses other aspects of his parents’ careers, and tells us more about his own. Thanks to John and Tom for an informative and interesting interview!-–Ed.]

[Header photo is of C. Robert Fine at the Westrex recording console at Fine Recording Bayside, Queens, which was originally the Everest Records studio. All photos courtesy of Tom Fine.]


Qobuz Comes to the US; Circuit City Returns?

Bill Leebens

If CES is good for nothing else, it’s good for generating press-releases. As we can read in the press-release that will follow, Qobuz (koh-BOOZ, if you’re French; KO-buzz, if you’re a Yank) is indeed coming to the US. The streaming service was the first to offer hi-res downloads, but until now, has been available only in Europe. Qobuz did participate in the Hi-Res Pavilion at CES, along with MQA and numerous other companies.

LAS VEGASJan. 3, 2018 /PRNewswire/ — Qobuz, a European commercial online music streaming and downloading service, announced today its high-end system will be available in the United States beginning in mid-2018. Qobuz is the highest resolution music streaming service in the world, providing users with the most in-depth and interactive music experience possible. It offers an extensive music catalog of 40-million tracks and is the only service to offer over one-million high-resolution tracks. Qobuz works on Mac/iOS/Android/Windows operating systems, and is integrated with all of the most prestigious Hi-Fi brands.

Meet Qobuz at CES® 2018 in the Digital Entertainment Group’s Hi-Res Pavilion,
Booth #14735, Central Hall

“We are absolutely thrilled with the idea of offering American music lovers our extraordinary online music service,” stated Denis Thébaud, Qobuz president. “Our team is made up of dedicated, knowledgeable discographers, who, day after day, sift through our catalogue, to bring the past to life and to discover new great talent. They help our users unearth discoveries in all musical genres. Qobuz is a specialist in all genres. We look forward to bringing our service to the American audiophile.”

Developed by Music Lovers for Music Lovers
In addition to passionate music lovers – regardless of genre – the Qobuz high-end music service is aimed at two other segments of the public. The first segment is art and culture enthusiasts, who are eager to enjoy a cultural vision of musical heritage. In Europe, Qobuz has gained a solid reputation among fans of classical, jazz, and heritage genres such as classic rock. The other segment Qobuz targets is informed music lovers, who want to enjoy the best possible sound quality to satisfy their acute ears and sophisticated equipment.

More Than Just Music, Go Behind the Scenes with Qobuz
Qobuz produces its own editorial content, including hundreds of thousands of album reviews, introductory articles to the artist’s discographies, biographical portraits, and exclusive photographs, art, and videos. This independent and original editorial line encourages the musical curiosity of its users and creates a recommendation system that is completely unique from others.

Qobuz offers an extensive music catalog with 40-million tracks. It has the rights to an entire range of major and independent record labels around the world. It always offers this content in a quality that is superior to most other platforms, at the very least in FLAC Open-Source format in 16-Bit/44.1 kHz quality, similar to CD quality, and far superior to your typical Lossy (such as MP3) streaming music service.

Qobuz has unparalleled expertise in the field of Hi-Res music and offers music lovers a huge Hi-Res (24-Bit up to 192 kHz) catalog of one-million tracks (80,000 albums). All of it is available for either streaming or downloading, without any up-sampling or re-encoding.

Enjoy Your Music the Way You Want to
Qobuz is a comprehensive service offering both streaming – up to Hi-Res quality and without concession, and “pay-as-you-go” downloads. It offers users a full range of applications for listening on-the-go or at home. These include PC, Mac, and Windows; and both iOS and Android mobiles or tablets. These applications offer inspired functions, and in some cases ones that are unique, such as providing access to digital album booklets in every streaming subscription.

Qobuz is available for Hi-Res streaming on the largest connected audio systems, such as ChromeCast Built-in enabled products Sony, Naim, JBL, Harman Kardon, LG, B&O Play, Philips, Vizio, Pioneer, Onkyo, Grundig, Polk, Raumfeld. Multi-room audio leaders such as Sonos, Yamaha MusicCast, Bluesound, Devialet, Linn and Samsung. High-end brands such as Mark Levinson, Auralic, Aurender, Lumin, T+A, AVM, Burmester, Esoteric and Sim Audio.

It is compatible with DTS Play-Fi and all brands associated, such as McIntosh, Sonus Faber, Paradigm, Phorus, Rotel, Thiel, Anthem, Arcam, Definitive technology, Klipsch, Martin Logan, Dish, and many more.

Moreover, Qobuz can be played via Bluetooth, Airplay and third party applications BubbleUPnP (Android), USB Audio Player Pro (Android), mConnect (iOS & Android), Audirvana (Mac), Kodi, and Hercules Djuced.

About Hi-Res Audio
Qobuz delivers Hi-Res Audio content as defined by the Japan Audio Society (JAS), a body that provides a definition of Hi-Res Audio and operates a label of the same name. The term Hi-Res audio includes all analogue devices capable of reproducing or recording at frequencies of 40 kHz or above (microphone, headphones, speakers, etc.) and all digital devices capable of processing or converting 24-Bit or higher signals.

To qualify as Hi-Res, the volume of information transmitted must be greater than that of a CD (16-Bit/44.1 kHz) or DAT (16-Bit/48 kHz). There is not just one type of Hi-Res file, there are many formats including: FLAC, WAV, ALAC, AIFF, DFF and DSF. In practice, all of these formats can be considered to belong to the Hi-Res class if they are encoded in 24-bit (except for DSD formats derived from the SACD, whose 1-Bit operation is different).

About Qobuz
Founded in 2007, Qobuz is a French commercial online music streaming and downloading service that addresses the needs of curious and discerning music lovers across the globe. It is currently available in 11 European countries. Complementing its unparalleled expertise in sound quality, Qobuz offers an exceptional range of music genres as well as exclusive editorial content independently curated by a team of experts. Qobuz offers subscription to streaming services with genuine CD quality audio of more than 40-million tracks from all repertoires and genres. Today, Qobuz has the largest catalogue of 24-bit Hi-Res albums for downloading, and now offers the very first Hi-Res streaming subscription, called Sublime+.

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Moving from the sublime to the ridiculous at CES:

We recently ran a story about how Circuit City’s bankruptcy had entered its tenth year;  at CES, an ever-optimistic group announced they were planning on reviving the chain.

Why?

That would be the one question not answered at the show. Presumably, they think the name has legs. God bless ’em. The press-release:

Circuit City is set to announce official company relaunch at the 2018 Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas on Monday January 8th at 3:00 PM PST during a special press event.

Circuit City is set to announce official company relaunch at the 2018 Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas on Monday January 8th at 3:00 PM PST during a special press event.

The iconic brand will relaunch with a new agenda of enhancing shopping experiences with cutting-edge technology.

Under new ownership, Circuit City will relaunch with a dynamic, social-focused e-commerce site, along with various concepts of innovative retail stores, and unprecedented e-commerce technology offerings.

At the CES event, Circuit City is expected to announce its official launch concentrated on the retail verticals of e-commerce, mobile, technology, omni-channel commerce.

The company is also announcing a partnership with IBM Watson commerce, which incorporates AI and other new retail technologies to its web platform.

After evaluating other options Circuit City selected IBM because of its aligned vision with AI and how this technology can ultimately transform how clients shop for electronics. The IBM web commerce platform will allow Circuit City to expand offerings for a personalized shopping experience and enhance the product discovery journey.

The new Circuit City leadership team consists of executives with experience across top-tier leadership companies. The relaunch will be lead by CEO, Ronny Shmoel, who brings vast retailing, e-commerce, and global sourcing expertise.

Additional details of the Circuit City relaunch and rollout plans to be announced at the press event. One-on-one interview sessions are available and currently being scheduled with Mr. Shmoel, and other members of the leadership team.

Circuit City is an iconic brand in the Consumer Electronic industry, established 1949 and relaunched under new ownership in 2016. Circuit City appeals to and accommodates a vast range of customers from legacy Circuit City customers to Millennials.

For more information please visit CircuitCity.com.


Mozart Chamber Music

Anne E. Johnson

Mozart’s string quartets and sonatas are deservedly adored members of the classical canon. But he wrote many other genres of chamber music as well. Three recent recordings remind us to pay attention to some of these less-performed works.

In the early music scene, the Kuijken family of Belgium is revered as a group of experts on historical performance, and now two generations of them have turned their attention to Mozart’s two piano quartets (piano, violin, viola, cello).

This is the first and only recording by the particular ensemble calling themselves the Kuijken Piano Quartet. The violinist, Sigiswald Kuijken, is the brother of renowned Baroque flutist Barthold Kuijken and two other famous siblings, with whom he has recorded and performed on other occasions. The two Kuijken women on this recording (Veronica on fortepiano and Sara on viola) represent the next generation. Michel Boulanger fills out the quartet on cello.

Unfortunately there are no examples from this CD on YouTube, but if you register free at Spotify you can hear the whole album:

Piano Quartet No. 2 in E-flat major, K. 493 is first on the record. That’s sensible in dramatic terms, since No. 1 is both more famous and more emotionally intense. In a way, the works are conservative for their time: Both these quartets have three movements (like a sonata) rather than the four movements (like a symphony) that Haydn was contemporaneously making the standard for string quartets.

Period performance practice is always a factor when a Kuijken plays. The fortepiano’s wooden frame – as opposed to the metal frame of a modern piano — alters the mood of the piece from the brightness we often associate with Mozart. But this is the kind of instrument Mozart was writing for. The string players seem to be trying to match the keyboard’s muted tone, an impression bolstered by a somewhat slow tempo for the opening Allegro movement.

The violin especially came across as weak at first listening. There are many places where Sigiswald’s bow loses contact with the string. But as I continued to listen, I bought into the quartet’s approach. Veronica’s phrasing at the fortepiano is decisive, shaping and leading the expression of the other three. It’s very fine ensemble playing.

The Piano Quartet in g minor, K. 478, was commissioned by a publisher named Hoffmeister to be sold as sheet music to the amateur musicians of Vienna who were always rabid for a new Mozart work to sight-read with friends in their salons. Boy, I bet they were surprised when they sat down to this masterwork! In fact, the piece was so far beyond the reach of Hoffmeister’s customers that he released Mozart from his contract to write two more such works. (Happily for us, Mozart wrote a second piano quartet anyway.)

The hauntingly majestic Andante middle movement of  K. 478 is particularly moving. Boulanger’s cello brings a bittersweet longing to the bassline, which the other musicians run with. And the final Rondo practically arches its eyebrows with charming whimsy and gallantry.

Mozart also used the quartet format to create some great music for flute (he was particularly enamored of woodwinds, as you can tell from the solos he gives them in his orchestral writing, not to mention all the wonderful concertos he wrote for them). When celebrated flutist Aurèle Nicolet died in 2016 at the age of 90, it inspired the 2017 reissue by Tudor of his recording of the complete Mozart flute quartets, which had originally been released 40 years ago.

These four works are for flute, violin, viola, and cello – or “bassus,” as Mozart indicated. Nicolet collaborates here with the Munich String Trio.

The two-movement K. Anh. 171, in C major, starts with an Allegro, followed by an elegant theme and variations, which Nicolet and company play with appealing languor. The malleable beat and the amount of vibrato might not conform to today’s standard of historically informed playing, but it’s hard to resist the richness of the sound.

 

The famous opening Allegro of the K. 285 quartet in D major shines with vibrant force, and these four excellent musicians lean in confidently and crunch into those downbeats. (One of the string players is huffing away, clearly audible on headphones!) The articulation is precise and purposeful.

 

For evidence of why Nicolet was such a revered flutist, listen to his liquid tone in the Andante movement (another theme and variation) of K. 298 in A major. Such a melodist Mozart was, and Nicolet’s singing of the phrases as if they had words – many scholars have pointed out how Mozart wrote for woodwinds as if they were sopranos in an opera — will make you hum along. And the Munich string players support him at every cadence.

 

Although it was one of the most popular types of ensemble in Mozart’s day, his works for trio don’t get nearly the attention one might expect. The Spanish group Trío Vega helps to rectify that with their Complete Mozart Trios (IBS Classical).

In the 17th and 18th century, “trio” referred to a group with three elements: 1) one or two melodic instruments, 2) an instrument that could play chords, and 3) a low instrument to double the bassline. By Mozart’s time, this had been standardized to violin, piano, and cello. He was happy to mix up the traditional roles, letting the cello have solo passages, putting the violin into inner harmonies, and letting the piano do anything he could think of.

Playing on modern instruments, Trío Vega gives a thoughtful performance of the six piano trios. In this Andante grazioso second movement from the Trio No. 4 in E major, K. 542, the musicians seem to be pondering and musing. Their pace and mood follow pianist Yasuyo Yuro’s patient lead.

 

In the opening Allegro of the Trio No. 6 in G major, K. 564, violinist Marc Paquin begins with a long obbligato line over a busy piano part. When at last he gets to play the melody, it bursts from is instrument as if he could hardly stand to wait. The album is full of enthusiastic moments like this.

 

The final Rondo minuet of the Trio No. 1 in B flat major, K. 254 shows how much more traditional this early work is than the later trios. The violin is the true star, with piano and cello mostly serving to accompany it. But put on headphones and force yourself pay attention to the relatively simple part for cellist Orfilia Saiz Vega. There is nothing simple about her playing. Clearly she understands both her role in the harmonic progressions and as musical foundation for the group.

 

Not that I ever complain about new recordings of Mozart’s blockbuster works, but I’m happy to see attention being paid to these chamber pieces. They’re Mozart, after all, so they will always reward close listening when they’re intelligently played.


Cables: Time is of the Essence, Part 3

Bill Leebens

[We began this series of articles by Belden engineer Galen Gareis in Copper #48 , and continued it in Copper #49. We now present the conclusion of  Time is of the Essence, on time-based distortions in audio cable design,Ed.]

7) Dielectric effects

Dielectrics have a disproportionate impact upon weak electromagnetic signals. Four-fifths or more of the current magnitude at audio frequencies is below 3,000 Hz, and this clumping is often called “spectral density”. This energy does not stop in plastic or air. It emanates out in an inverse-log power decay through all the materials it encounters along the way.

Electromagnetic fields are most influenced by dielectrics nearest the wire. Using too many small wires splits up the current, and starts to allow the dielectric to influence the sound more and more, negating the advantage of dielectric uniformity. The electromagnetic field is strongest nearest the wire, decreasing with the square of the distance moving out away from the wire. With smaller wire, the electromagnetic signal moves from being in the dielectrics to being around it, as well.

So weaker signals are affected more by the dielectric in general, as they decay the most as they move away from the wire (a great proportion of the signal is in the dielectric). Also, weaker signals are affected most by the dielectric closest to the wire, especially as we go up in frequency. This can be measured by how easily velocity of propagation is nearest to one (100%) for a given cable size. The better the dielectric, the closer the VP will be to one, and at the smallest size.

If we use two dielectrics in layers, say air and plastic, we also see the signal slow as it moves from air to plastic, and speed up as it moves from plastic to air. Some cables (including the Belden Iconoclast) put air nearest the wire, where the signal strength is highest. This reduces the outer plastic dielectric’s contribution to the group velocity, and translates to a lower capacitance number when we use the cable in audio applications. It also significantly reduces the cable’s SIZE.

8) DCR influences

This is mostly a speaker cable issue, as the amplifier’s negative feedback loop works best with ZERO cable resistance. To control the drivers— the woofers being the worst back-EMF devices the amplifier sees— we need as much CURRENT as possible to be delivered to offset their unwanted motion. The higher the cable resistance, the less current the amplifier can generate to manage the back EMF from the speaker. We need to manage DCR with many smaller wires, yet still arrive at low inductance and capacitance, too.

A second effect of too-high DCR is that it can vary the speaker’s frequency response. Voltage at a given frequency dropped across the cable is signal that doesn’t get to the speaker. This is frequency dependent in complex speaker loads.

On interconnect cables, the small to near-zero currents allow small wires to be used to improve current uniformity and lessen proximity. Here we want flat Rs electricals measured out above the audio band.

I will go out on a limb and say stranded wire doesn’t seem to “measure up” to its bad reputation in my studies. I see no need to use them as the cost goes up, and the advantages go down as I already design with small AWG wires, negating the need for the flexibility stranding provides. Bad sound with stranded wire has always been due to the dielectric design, and not the stranding.

9) Cable symmetry

How do you make a complex cable’s cross section look like one simple wire electrically, and have every wire sound the same?

Matching multiple wires into a complex structure isn’t easy to do well. The ideal cable has one wire that has exactly the same structure and length as the opposite-polarity wire. However, if we run two large conductors in parallel, the inductance, capacitance, proximity effects and skin effects between them will be less than ideal. Running several smaller conductors in a single polarity and weaving them around each other to increase the average distance between the center of any one conductor and another in an opposite polarity will reduce the inductance. A carefully designed weave pattern will help cancel out magnetic fields, further lowering inductance. Does it work? A single bonded pair made for Iconoclast has a 0.196 uH/foot inductance. One we complete the cable assembly inductance drops to 0.08 uH/foot.

The use of BONDED pairs in each polarity helps cancel the magnetic fields. No magnetic field means zero inductance! The two flat-polarity halves pulled tightly together with a textile wrap keeps loop are to a minimum, further keeping inductance in check. The proximity effect is lowered by using many, many (fourth eight!) small wires. Alternating current near one another lessens conductor efficiency, especially with larger wire. High current in speaker cables mean that proximity effect is a larger problem than in interconnects. The weave pattern keeps wires less-parallel to one another. The final results are plenty measurable, and are best in class in the designs evaluated.

However, more small wires with a dielectric between them can create a nice big capacitor which negatively affects the signal. Inductance and capacitance have an inverse relationship, so to get both intrinsically low, you can’t go “whole hog” on the opposite variable. This means a compromise, and yes, audio is a whole set of compromises. The end view explains why this is so in the speaker cable. The bonded wires “trade places” between the minima distance and the maxima distances. The weave insures wires end up at the same electrical length. This keeps every wire electrically the same, and lowers bulk capacitance while the bonded pairs lower inductance. The tight spacing and magnetic cancellation in “star quad” cross-over points are unique their ability to lower capacitance and inductance, both, and still address multiple cable issues even handedly and at the expense of nothing. Well, except being easy to make. We’re not an easy crowd, though, are we?

Wire direction showed no impact on the sound. But, the manufacturing process insures ALL the wires are “directional”, so flip the cable around at will if you like, it’s free. I fully refrain from setting critical design goals on immeasurable attributes. As proof to this, we sell the exact same designs in three copper grades, separated by the copper’s costs. The copper quality factor has zero influence on the design, and all measurements are identical. Are there differences in sound? Yes, there are, but the influencing factors do not derail the design between the copper draw sciences.

10) Attenuation at audio frequencies

The common assumption is that better cables are better simply because they cause less linear attenuation. However, when cables are designed for time-based issues, they clearly sound better. The effects of more- or less-linear attenuation are far harder to hear. With a non-optimized cable, attenuation is not linear, and resistance increases from 5,000 Hz onwards in the standard 1313A 10 AWG zip cord style cable, and is essentially a wall of totally lost energy above 20 KHz.

Taking the audio band from 100 Hz to 20 KHz, we see a 6.75% change in overall impedance with Iconoclast, versus a 71.8% change for the 1313A cable. But, this is NOT just attenuation per say, but skin effect and proximity effect variables that effect higher frequencies too.

Summary

The important thing to remember with all audio cables is that arrival times are more important than raw speed down the wire. We call it “sound quality” when we use the cable, but it really is the time-alignment of all the signals. The human brain hears superimposed time alignment and amplitude preservation first, everything else a distant second. Efforts to manage phase (lower inductance) and VP are important. Attributes (smaller wires, lower L and C) that are time-dependent seem to provide the most benefit.

By touching upon some of the considerations of a cable designer, I hope to convey how complex this issue is, and that a cable is not “just a cable”. I’ve often said, “Rest assured, if there is snake oil in these products, it sure looks like physics to me. All the data is measured and real.”

[We will be featuring more articles on cable design by Galen Gareis, with an assist from Gautam Raja, in the near future.—Ed.]


The River Runs Through It: Rick Hall

WL Woodward

Trains and rivers run through America like blood brooding through the veins of a thoroughbred.   There are few things more magical to a working man than looking down that track at a crossing, seeing the long gleam of sunlight glinting on metal stretching a ribbon far away from where you are, or where you’re going.  And there is a special quality of light and sound in the early morning on a river laughing at a boy wishing to divine its secrets and catch a fish.  You put trains and rivers together and boy you’ve got something.

Before I was wheels up I was a kid growing up on the Connecticut River just north of Hartford.  Our house was about 4 miles, a short bike ride, from the spot near the train trestle over the river where I spent weekend mornings with a Boy Scout buddy fish hunting.   I always found structures like train trestles interesting because they were designed to work with nature, to allow a human invention like a train cross an obstacle created for a similar purpose.  Trains were created to move goods and people long distances.  Rivers were created to move water long distances.  That these two forces could work together without seriously interfering with each other makes a boy wonder.

These tracks carried some commuter traffic but mostly were used by long, long freight trains.  There were moments when you were lucky enough to be in that spot when one of these belching beasts came along and spilled that wonderful noise over the singing river, completely dominating the morning for a spell then fading into the distance, returning you to the sound of the waiting cicadas, rushing water and the wind rustling the weeds.  The fish shared my love for the place and were in plenty in that spot where the pylons supporting the trestle slowed the river in small eddies.  We all paused as the train broke the afternoon, then we went back to the thrust and parry of the hunt.

Muscle Shoals is a place like that that, but with a deeper spell.  The Shoals rest in Northwestern Alabama on the Tennessee River in a place the early Natives, the Cherokee and the Yuchi, called The River That Sings.  The Yuchi believed a young woman resided in the river and sang them songs.  In 1839 the US Army moved the Yuchi from the Shoals to a reservation near Muskogee Oklahoma where there were no singing rivers.  A tribal elder, a woman who was a leader in the singing and rituals of the tribe, could not find any waters like the Tennessee that could support their songs and the tribe became a fractured waste.  This she could not stand, so she walked back to the Shoals.  Walked.  Took her 5 years.

By the early 1960’s there were R&B musical centers in the country creating their sound and turning out records.  There was New York, Chicago, Detroit, Memphis, and Muscle Shoals.  All were large metropolitan areas with large culturally diverse populations to draw talent from and sell records to.  All except Muscle Shoals, that in 1960 had about 5000 black and white people sharecropping cotton, working at the Ford plant outside town or in the stores and markets.  But the river was still there, still singing, and one of the locals that heard that singing was Rick Hall.

Hall grew up the son of sharecroppers, his father also working in a local saw mill.  They lived in a hut in the woods with a dirt floor, no internal plumbing, sleeping on straw they cut from the fields.  No neighbors, and in Hall’s words no kids to play with.  He would say they lived like animals.  When he was young his mother got fed up and moved out, moving to the big city.  Through family they later learned she made her living in the red light district.  This was a profound moment in the young boy’s life and he determined to not follow this pattern, became obsessed with making something of himself.  What was available to him was music.

A relative gave him a mandolin, and he later acquired a guitar.  Teaching himself, by the time he was in high school he was playing in a band in the area.  Hall wrote songs and started meeting people in the business.  In 1959 he and a sax player buddy Billy Sherrill were hired by a promoter named Tom Stafford to start a publishing company/recording studio in Florence named the Florence Alabama Music Enterprises, or FAME.  The relationship only lasted a year, and in 1960 Sherrill and Stafford fired Hall because he was too driven, a hard taskmaster in the studio and inflexible in his vision.  But Hall left with the rights to the name.

Hall returned to the Shoals, married, worked in a local factory and continued playing in bands.  In 1961 his wife was killed in a car accident and his father died within two weeks of that.  Hall retreated into the bottle but continued with his music, writing songs and playing in bands.

He was exposed to a cross section of music with black artists in the area drawing from country music and the white musicians listening to the black R&B happening at the time.  Here is a story that was not unique to Muscle Shoals; this confluence of styles was happening all across the country but it developed in a distinctly different way in the Shoals, and Hall was knee deep in it.

In 1961 he set up a makeshift studio in a converted tobacco barn and recorded a local kid named Arthur Alexander and a song titled “You Better Move On”, using the musicians from his band on the track.

 

Within a year the song became a major hit, licensed to Dot Records, and later recorded by the Rolling Stones  The Beatles used another FAME produced Arthur Alexander song “Anna”Suddenly Rick Hall had the money to finance the building of a proper studio on Avalon Avenue in Muscle Shoals, the FAME recording studio.  Hall again hired his musician buddies and recorded another local named Jimmy Hughes.  Hall himself recalled the session, saying he called they were rolling, sat and listened to the sound, and wept.  His words.  It was “Steal Away”.  Hall had his sound.

 

There was this local kid picking cotton as a boy, singing in the fields, who got a job in a hospital in Sheffield AL as an orderly.  He loved singing to the patients as they tried to sleep.  He was good.  He got hired for an Elks Club gig and a local DJ heard him.  This, ladies and gents, is how shit happens.  The DJ brought Percy Sledge to Rick Hall’s studio to record “When A Man Loves A Woman”.

Hall knew what he had.  He’d met a NY producer through his contacts who had told him if he ever had a hit to call him.  Probably just to blow him off.  Hall called Jerry Wexler with that song and everybody made SO much money.

Wexler at the time had a problem.  One of his clients was a young black singer from Detroit signed to CBS Records, who had no idea what they were doing with her, and mired in the closet collection of collusion that still lays turds on our cultural landscape. Aretha was with CBS records and going nowhere.  Wexler waited until CBS dropped her (!!!) and signed her up to Atlantic. He called Hall and proposed they bring Aretha Franklin down to Muscle Shoals.

Now.  Here comes a girl, a black girl from Detroit, to a small, I mean small mean town. They could have paved the entire town for less than a truck load of Moon Pies.  Hall had lost the original band to NY after the hits they’d done, so he hired a bunch of kids just out of the local high school who were thrilled to work for anything that would keep them out of the factory.

Franklin and Wexler walked into this studio in the deep south.  Cotton fields within sight of the front door and a white boy scout troop in the studio looking small for their instruments.

Interviews with the band describe an Aretha nervous, aloof, unsure of herself and the surroundings.  She had a song, and played it for the band, but it was halting and thin.  The musicians, all in their teens, were feeling their youth but knew shit when they heard it.   Wexler was perplexed because he was accustomed to sessions where all the musicians had charts.  You did a few takes, recorded, then went to 21.  But these guys weren’t those guys.  These kids had to hear the river.

All the musicians caught the bad vibe and were stalled.  This was how they worked.  You wait for the belching beast to cross the river, and this time it didn’t.  Aretha was noodling on the piano and folks were ready for the tombstone when Spooner Oldham on keys sets the three feel free.  I think that this thing, this waiting for something to happen and then all guys get it, is the essential element of the Muscle Shoals sound.  As soon as Spooner swept the keys, everyone, including Aretha, flew.

 

Can you imagine sitting in the booth listening to that.  As the French would say, sheksder flinginhaben!  Aretha still credits those sessions as the turning point in her career.  Yep.

Of the many credits to Hall was he was a boy from Alabama and color blind.  In the mid sixties this was not a popular position, and the record companies were shit blind idiots.  Wait.  That hasn’t changed.  Anyway Hall just used musicians and recorded what crossed his bridge.  Jerry Wexler had a deal with CBS and Stax Records and was told they wouldn’t deal with the racial fallout.  So Jerry called Rick Hall and asked if he could bring a client named Wilson Pickett to Muscle Shoals.  Sure.  Yeah, OK. One of the songs recorded there was Pickett’s cover of “Mustang Sally.”

 

Pickett bounced back to Memphis studios for a spell, but when he was recording again in Muscle Shoals, a long hair guitar player, who had been following the crazy beautiful sound coming from Muscle Shoals, had just came back South from a horrible experience in an LA .  He was enamored with the Shoals sound and wanted so bad to be a part of it he pitched a tent outside the parking lot of FAME and waited for an opportunity, any way he could be a part of what he’d been hearing.  Remember.  I said lived in a tent and waited.

Rick Hall was not aghast at using good musicians who would work for scale.  So the tent hippie joined sessions and played backup.  As Jimmy Johnson, the Swampers guitar player described, “This guy could really play.  I was in awe.  But it was a hard time in Alabama.  You might be able to go to lunch at Woolworth’s with a black guy, but you go with a black guy and a guy with long hair and that could be a problem”.

So during a session the cracker barrel boys went to lunch and Duane Allman and Wilson Pickett stayed in the studio.  Duane showed Wilson an arrangement Duane thought would lay right for Pickett.  When the boys got back from lunch they were surprised to be recording a Beatles song.

 

A goat had been let out of the pen.

Musicians everywhere wanted a taste of the river flowing through Muscle Shoals.  The Stones recorded  “Wild Horses” and  “Brown Sugar” in the Shoals.  After the Staples Singers  recorded “I’ll Take You There” at the Muscle Shoals studio Paul Simon told his manager he wanted to use ‘those black guys’ on that recording.  He was told he had to go to Muscle Shoals to make that happen, and after finding out how pale these guys were recorded “Kodachrome” and “Still Crazy After All These Years”.  The list of artists and groups that HAD to go to Muscle Shoals to get that sound is a roll call to radiance.   Every artist that went there, for one reason or another, testified that there was something special, unique and ethereal about the place that created the atmosphere that permeated the trees, the gardens, the studios, and the people.

It’s the river.  Rick Hall, who lived it, loved it, hated it and in ways defined it, passed away January 2 2018.  You were a tough old broad Rick.  But that passion to prove you weren’t a sharecropper brought us gold.  Thank you sir.


Yellow Light Machine

Yellow Light Machine

Yellow Light Machine

Anne E. Johnson

When you hear the word “indie,” you probably think of New York. Or Toronto. Maybe Seattle. Even Reykjavik. But what about Nairobi, Kenya? There’s a burgeoning indie music scene there, so it deserves attention. Yellow Light Machine is an excellent representative, because of both the level of their musicianship and the open-heartedness of their philosophy.

That philosophy cherishes peace, love, and diversity, and a commitment to “uniting to create something that is felt as well as heard,” as they put it in their promo materials. And they seem to have struck a chord. One Kenyan critic recently called them “one of the most Viby sounds in Nairobi today.” As of this writing they were in the running for Best New Age or Contemporary Artist in the Café Ngoma Awards (which celebrates alternative African artists and businesses). And, more important than critical acclaim, they seem to gig frequently and put out new songs all the time.

You can get a glimpse at the band’s embryonic stage in the 2006 video “Our Fists are Lifted.” Lead singer Mo Pearson reads a poem while guitarist Ricky Matthews Githinii accompanies her. The caption under the YouTube video includes a plea for viewers to donate used musical instruments to help their artistic collective grow:

 

Once Yellow Light Machine got on its feet, the six-member group proved themselves to be solid musicians. Pearson shows off her smooth vocal style in the mellow number “11:17.” It’s tinged with (I love this term) sophisti-pop. The lyrics contain the band’s usual positive messaging: “Be kind, be warm, be you / be happy, be warm, be you.” They advocate “getting high on conversation,” even if their audience is enjoying beer as well (and talking during the song; this band comes from a tradition where music is social glue, so “background music” is not an insult).

 

It’s no accident that most of Yellow Light Machine’s YouTube videos are live performances. As is generally true of the music scene outside America and Europe (and true of the indie scene in particular), bands create songs primarily to sing them live. Recordings exist for promotion only, to get the band new live gigs. If you do want to check out Yellow Light Machine’s studio sound, there’s always SoundCloud, but frankly that’s not the best demonstration of what they are: https://soundcloud.com/yellow-light-machine

Despite its name, the song “Mellow Road” opens with a funky beat and vocal dissonance. The band has explained that some of its up-tempo songs like this one are influenced by Lingala music, also known as Congolese rumba. Githinii picks his electric guitar as if its main function is to provide percussion, with a boost from the high-hat cymbal. Later in the song, Githinii opens up into a more lyrical jazzy style. It’s a love-obsession song, and the grins on the singers’ faces suggest that the words have a lot of personal meaning for them.

 

“Truth” shows a different, blues-edged color for the band. This song has a Led Zeppelin-like longing, especially with the melodic lines on guitar, flute, and trumpet and Pearson’s tightly-packed rhythmic poetry against those long tones. The music’s emotional intensity reflects the lyrics about how essential and difficult truth is to “keep us all together.”

 

The slick arrangement of “Holographic Swimsuit Part 1” sets it into a sweet groove, helped along by Pearson’s potpourri of vocal styles to emphasize certain lines. As the band has said of itself, “We make music through our experiences by coming together and vibing, growing and taking it all in.” If you’ve ever wondered if “vibing” can be a verb, just listen to this song:

 

With a sound like that, and clearly an impressive work ethic, this band should hit it big, right? Don’t hold your breath – you can bet the musicians aren’t. They’re indie and define themselves as a “collective,” indicating that Yellow Light Machine has a wider purpose than lining their own pockets or the coffers of record companies. This self-described “group of old souls” use their modest fame to speak out about issues that concern them, including politics, the environment, and social equality. Their videos aren’t only music:

 

 

Not surprisingly, one of the band’s themes is self-awareness and pride of identity. The lyrics of “Open Mind” explore this, starting “I am not your expectations of me.” Maybe it’s about a romantic relationship, but it could just as easily be addressed to a person with a different political view from your own. The band sounds especially tight on this Afro-fusion track, with some heart-felt guitar solos and a rare vocal solo by Kijo Gacheru, who usually sings backup harmonies.

 

Yellow Light Machine exists for their fans. They want to move them to action, but also entertain in a society not quite as addicted to digital devices (yet) as we are in the West. So they don’t just play songs — they jam, both live and on camera. Periodically, the band puts out a video that shows them improvising together, winding through musical ideas together, sensing what’s coming, never quite knowing, listening to each other, staying mellow. It’s a metaphor for how they want us all to get through life:


Equal Time

Equal Time

Equal Time

Bill Leebens

In Copper #48 I began the perusal of a hefty box of old issues of The Absolute Sound, kindly sent by Australian reader Ian Lobb (and again, goodonya, mate!). Last issue I focused on the influence of TAS‘ founder and longtime Editor, Harry Pearson. It’s only fair to follow up with amother Ian-sent collection—this time of Stereophiles.

Enquiring minds might wonder, “Just how much postage does it take to send a heavy-ass box like that from Oz to the People’s Republic of Boulder?” The short answer:

LOTS.

But I digress.

As mentioned in earlier columns, I was a charter subscriber to TAS as a 16-year old high-schooler nerd. Somehow, I didn’t start reading Stereophile until the late ’70s, along with Audio Amateur. Given that Stereophile had already been around for a decade before the launch of TAS, I have no explanation for my late intro—except, perhaps, that while HP ran compelling little classified ads in the back of Audio magazine, Gordon Holt’s marketing for Stereophile was…well, nonexistent.

The earliest issue in the Big Box o’S’philes is from November, 1988. By then, Larry Archibald had purchased the magazine from J. Gordon Holt, and John Atkinson was well-ensconced as Editor, having started with the August, ’86 issue (according to the man himself). That issue’s As We See It written by JA  shows that little has changed in the past 29 years; the topic is”…the apparent dichotomy between music and accuracy.” Sound familiar?

As noted while poking through the old issues of TAS, a surprising number of companies mentioned in the reviews and ads are still alive and reasonably well. In the November, ’88 Stereophile, one can see Sony, Audio Research, Naim, Yamaha, Mark Levinson, Meridian,  Conrad-Johnson,  MIT,VTL, Infinity, Parasound, Paradigm, B&W, Rotel, and many more still-familiar names. Amongst the are-they-alive-or-dead group there are B&K, Tara Labs, YBA, and Nitty Gritty. The dead-as-a-doornail brands include Euphonic Technology, Sonographe, Precision Audio, Precise Acoustic Laboratories (sense a theme?), California Audio Labs, Forte, TDL, and many more.

The ads are pretty straightforward, overall, pitching products and technology with simple statements of features and fact. A rare example of sex-will-sell is seen in the ad from long-gone speaker maker Amrita, and it’s more adorably ’80’s big-hair and bunched bodice, than salacious. It’s like a slightly creepy pre-prom snapshot that happens to include a bunch of speakers::

Small manufacturers sometimes lapse into hubris in their ads, and that was as true in 1988 as it is today. The half-page ad for the long-gone brand True Image featured a picture of their electronics under the heading, “Need We Say  More?”  >cough<  Given that that marketing approach didn’t help the brand to survive, yes, you definitely needed to say more.

Founder J. Gordon Holt passed away in 2009, and others on the masthead are also gone, like Peter W. Mitchell, Igor Kipnis, and Alvin Gold.  Several are still with Stereophile: John Atkinson, of course, Richard Lehnert, Thomas J. Norton, and Robert Deutsch. Others are still in the field, writing for other outlets: Arnis Balgalvis, Martin Colloms, Ken Kessler, Dick Olsher, Gary Krakow, and likely others as well.

The last issue of Stereophile in the big box is December, 1993. In the course of five years, the magazine had grown in size, stature, and staff: that December, ’93 issue was 322 pages—possibly an all-time high. Mark Fisher had joined the magazine as Publisher, and later assumed the same role at TAS; Robert Harley  had joined as Consulting Technical Editor, and went on to be Editor-in-Chief at TAS; Corey Greenberg, with his love-it-or-hate-it inflammatory prose, had joined as a Contributing Editor, then went on to edit Audio during its last gasp, and from there went on to the Today Show and from there to ? The December, ’93 issue also featured the first appearance of Jonathan Scull, and was the last small-sized issue (beating TAS in the expansion game by four years).

A little perspective on the period from December, 1993 until now—and please understand that this is not meant as a criticism of Stereophile in any way, but simply as an observation of the direction of high-end audio over the last 25 years. The Products of the Year were listed in that December, ’93 issue; winner of both overall Product of the Year and Amplification Component of the Year was the Convergent Audio Technology SL-1 preamp, which cost $4950, a considerable amount in 1993 (and at roughly $8400 in 2017 bucks, far from inexpensive now. A version of the same component was still being made a few years ago; given CAT’s web-averse nature, it’s hard to tell if either the company or the SL-1 still exist). The Speaker of the Year in 1993 was the Thiel 3.6, which cost $3990/pair—about $6730 today.

The December, 2017 Stereophile once again included Products of the Year. One of the Joint Loudspeakers of the Year was the Wilson Audio Specialties Alexx—$109,000 per pair. The Amplification Component of the Year was the Boulder Amplifiers Model 2150 mono amp, at $99,000 per pair. even adjusting for inflation on the older products, the 2017 winners cost 12-15 times as much s their 1993 counterparts.

I have mixed feelings about this trend. My training and philosophy as an engineer has always been that an engineer can do more with a minimal expenditure than a layman can (Andrew Jones, props to you!). I know there are projects that require breaking the bank—like moonshots and (perhaps unintentionally) fighter jets. I also know that cutting-edge materials continue to be developed, and are initially hideously expensive.

In the ’80s and ’90s a supercar might cost $120,000 or so. The king of them all, the McLaren F1, sold for $815,000 when new in 1994, a price that dwarfed anything else at the time, and utilized heat-shielding and other technologies that had only been seen in aerospace applications up until then. Compensated for inflation, that $815k is  about $1.4 million—which, while staggering, is the cost of a baseline Pagani or numerous Koenigsegg, Bugatti, or Lamborghini models.

What does it all mean? I’m certainly no economist, but I’m well acquainted with bubbles in real estate and other markets. This sure smells like a bubble to me. I’m always happy to see performance envelopes expanded, but I certainly appreciate those who can do it at reasonable cost by ingenious design.|

Again, I digress, and my apologies. In the next issue of Copper, I’ll delve more deeply into that big box of Stereophiles.

 


Jazz

Jazz

Jazz

Roy Hall

“God bless you honey, God bless you”, said Alberta Hunter to my mother.

Greenwich Village in the seventies was dirty and gritty. Crime was rampant and bodies floating in the Hudson River were not uncommon. It also had a thriving cultural and music scene. Within walking distance from Washington Square were some of the greatest music venues in the US. There was the Bitter End, the Bottom Line and Village Gate on Bleeker St. The Village Vanguard on 7th avenue featured artists like Dexter Gordon and Woody Shaw. Max Roach the drummer also played there. I had the pleasure of meeting him at a Stereophile Hi-Fi show many years later. I offered him a shot of malt whisky but he declined because he was, “On the wagon”.

One of the most famous clubs was The Cookery on Eighth St. and University Place. It was a New York institution. Barney Josephson, its owner, had a couple of cabarets in the 1940s called Café Society, which featured all the jazz greats of that time. These clubs were the first in New York to allow black and white patrons to mingle in the audience. In the fifties, after his brother Leon refused to answer questions about his possible communist sympathies when he came before The House Committee on Un-American Activities; Barney was attacked in the press, business dropped and he had to sell his establishments. He then opened a small chain of restaurants and eventually ended up with just one, the Greenwich Village Cookery.  In the late sixties at the urging of the jazz pianist Mary Lou Williams, he decided to add musical performances to the restaurant. My wife and I moved to Greene St. in 1976. Our apartment was a block away from the Cookery so from time to time we would go there to hear music.

Among the stellar musicians we saw were Big Joe Turner and Teddy Wilson, both celebrated jazz pianists.  After Teddy Wilson’s performance a friend of ours, whose father used to sell pianos and knew many of the famous pianists of the era, introduced us to him. We hung out as he told us stories of the bands and musicians he had worked with in the past. We also heard the world-renowned harmonica player Larry Adler (also like Barney, a victim of the blacklist who left America for Europe and made a career there). He was very popular in the UK when I was growing up and I was a big fan. My wife, Rita approached him to do an interview; she had a show on radio station WBAI at the time.

A block up from the Cookery on University was the Knickerbocker Café. We would sometimes go in there for a drink. One afternoon there was an old black guy on the piano. His playing was remarkably good, way above the standard of ordinary bar musicians. At one point I asked who he was and someone said, “Eubie Blake” This did not ring a bell with me as I’m from Glasgow, but after a little investigation I found out that he had been at one time a successful and sought after performer and composer in the early decades of the 20th century. He was known for songs like, “I’m Just Wild About Harry”, “Memories Of You” and “Charleston Rag”. A gifted storyteller, he was a chain smoker with a wry sense of humor. He said, “If I had known that tobacco was bad for you, I would have given up smoking eighty years ago”. He was ninety-eight and died at one hundred.

By far the biggest star we saw in the Cookery was Alberta Hunter. Her career spanned more than four decades until her retirement in 1957. She talked onstage about how she felt compelled to help other people and decided to become a nurse. She forged a high school diploma and claiming to be 50, entered nursing school at 63. She worked as a nurse until she was forced to stop working because the retirement age was seventy. (She was actually eighty-three). At a party she was introduced to Barney Josephson, who after hearing her sing signed her up for a two- week stint. It lasted six years. This led to a recording contract with Columbia records.

We had already seen her once or twice when my parents made their only visit to the US; we booked a table. She sang with heartbreaking strength and authentic emotion. Towards the end of the set she said she was going to sing a song that was taught to her by her old friend, Sophie Tucker. My mother was a big fan of Sophie Tucker and knew all her songs in Yiddish. Alberta started to sing, in Yiddish, “My Yiddishe Momme”.  When she finished singing, my mother, with tears in her eyes, stood up, walked on stage and gave Ms. Hunter a hug.  Alberta said: “God bless you honey, God bless you”.


The Final Countdown!

Jay Jay French

We’ve arrived at the finals of the ‘67 Psychedelic Shoot-out!!!

There was no way of knowing how this whole exercise was going to peel out.

It really just started as me ranting about the differences between The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band  and the Rolling Stones’ Their Satanic Majesties Request, and grew, as things like this tend to do, into something much larger.

I’m really in awe over this whole exercise.

In awe…really…like, um..why?

Simply because, as a by product of the 60’s counter culture revolution spearheaded by the Beatles, the “psychedelic” movement became the musical foundation of a generation of artists that reacted as if the chains had come off (meaning strictly commercial restraints) and all of a sudden, hundreds, if not thousands of writers, singers and players were now free to explore a new kind of music fueled by psychedelic (read: mind altering) drugs

Many of these artists have gone on to form the musical  bedrock and soundtrack of millions of peoples lives around the world.

Here we are 50 years after the the music in this analysis was created and the effect of much of it still reverberates in today’s culture.

I am proud to have come from that era and, more importantly, to have experienced it, in real time.

That kind of impact will not be duplicated in my lifetime.

The era was nothing short of a Zeitgeist.

As important as any of the greatest movements of cultural shape shifting that the world ever experienced!

And…yes, there are many artists from that era that didn’t make this face off so let me give many of them (and yes. I know there are more) my due respect now:

The Who

The Moody Blues

Donovan

The Incredible String Band

The Mothers of Invention

The Fugs

Pearls Before Swine

The Electric Prunes

Captain Beefheart

The Rotary Connection

Fever Tree

Ultimate Spinach

The Strawberry Alarm Clock

The Blues Magoos

13th Floor Elevator

Bonzo Dog Band

Firesign Theater

Velvet Underground

Bob Lynd

Scott Mackenzie

Small Faces

Having said that, I have had an incredible amount of fun revisiting some of the most important records of my youth but find myself almost in awe, as I gave my creative writing soul over to the last 2 albums in the “contest”.

Because, for reasons that have no discernible context, the last 2 albums are actually the most most important (to me) of all.

Simply put, because of all the albums reviewed here, Cream’s Disraeli Gears and Pink Floyd’s  Piper At The Gates Of Dawn have either never really left my turntable (in the case of Disraeli Gears) or become diminished as a true psychedelic statement (in the case of Piper At The Gates Of Dawn).

Let us begin…

Cream, Disraeli Gears

If you never watched a Cream documentary you would probably believe that the title of the album was a political statement or deep historical reference of some sort.

Well, neither was the case. It seemed that a “roadie “ for the band, during an early van ride to a gig, was trying to describe his new bicycle to Eric, Ginger and Jack. he wanted to say the it had a Derailleur system that changed gears when you pushed a lever.

In his ignorance he called them disraeli gears.  Bingo. The band thought that was the funniest thing that they ever heard. Hence the album title.

Cream. At this point, 1 year in, was at the height of their powers and came to NYC to make a follow up to Fresh Cream and to change their name from “The Cream” To just plain “Cream”.

The name “Cream” referred to the three of them as being the “cream” of the crop of British musicians at the time.

From the minute I put on the album, 50 years ago, It has never left my playlist. I can’t say that about any other of the great albums I listed.

Eric’s playing has always done that to me and this album is so incredible that it just sounds as great today as it did 50 odd years ago. Songs like “Sunshine of your Love”, of course, is a standard, but others like “Dance the Night Away”, “Tales of Brave Ulysses”(which btw, along with “White Room” is actually the stolen chording of the Lovin’ Spoonful’s “Summer In The City”), SWLABR (She Was Like A  Bearded Rainbow) “Outside Women’s Blues” and “Take It Back” are all classics but hardly a day ever goes by (that’s 50 years of listening) that I don’t play “Strange Brew”. That song was originally called “Lawdy Mama” and sung by Jack Bruce but Ahmet Ertegun, The president of Atlantic/ Atco believed that Clapton was the star and wanted Eric to sing lead and that it would be the lead single.

Jack’s vocals were removed, the song re-written by their producer Felix Pappalardi and his wife Gail and recut  after Jack returned to England (the album was recorded in NYC at Atlantic’s studio on 60th and Broadway). Much to everyone’s surprise, however, The song “Sunshine of Your Love”, sung by Jack, was actually the breakout smash.

So why Eric and not, say, Jimi…

I always thought that Jimi was unattainable. Just so out there.

Eric’s tone was attainable, however, and because he was in reach felt more comfortable to me.

I had seen Cream live earlier in 1967 as an opening band for the Murray The K Easter show at the RKO Theater in Manhattan, along with The Who. (The Young Rascals, Mitch Ryder and Wilson Pickett were the main attractions that night).

I was and still am an unabashed Clapton fan.

The album cover was also a Day-Glo delight and the band played up the whole psychedelic vibe 100%.

As I bought this album with the aforementioned Their Satanic Majesties Request in early December, Disraeli Gears, never left my turntable for long.

A very sentimental favorite but not a musically super psychedelic album per se.

I gave it a Psychedelic Factor: 9 out of 10… because …I can.

And now, at last,  the last entrant:

Pink Floyd, Piper At The Gates Of Dawn

This album lies beneath the pile of most Floyd fans who came along for the ride at Dark Side. Maybe you went back to Umma Gumma, the soundtrack for the movie More, or even Saucerful Of Secrets.

Yes, you may have heard the first single “See Emily Play” from the US version of Piper.

Strange, as that single was on the US album and not the British release of PaTGoD.

Floyd already had established cred (in 1966) as the real pied pipers of the British Psych scene, playing dance halls (not sit down concerts per se)

Stranger still, as the band started out as a blues band.

Originally called “The Tea Set”, the band hurriedly changed their name one night when they found out there was another band called The Tea Set. Guitarist Syd Barrett quickly named the band after two favorite blues musicians. Pink Anderson & Floyd Council.

Because they had to play  three 90 minutes sets in an evening, they started to jam during the instrumental parts. That is how their sound evolved.

They signed to EMI (The Beatles label) and recorded their first album, PatGoD in the spring of 1967 in studio B of Abbey Road at the same time as the Beatles were finishing up Sgt. Pepper in Studio A.

Of course, none of this was known to me. I was 14 going on 15 during the summer of 1967.

I didn’t even know that this album existed until the spring of 1968 (coincidentally the very same time that I first dropped acid).

One of my best friends, Danny Birch, told me about the band and invited me over to his house to listen to the album.

This I can tell you: I was tripping when I heard it, and thought that nothing, and I mean nothing, sounded so incredible, amazing and otherworldly. Like I was in a sling shot, fired from a launching pad into outer space.

This must be what Interstellar travel sounded like. It was then that I saw the title of the songs “Interstellar Overdrive” & “Astronomy Domine”.

It felt like I was time traveling through the cosmos and injected into the Astral Plane.

Every song was wondrous.

“Lucifer Sam”, “Matilda Mother”, “The Gnome”, “The Scarecrow”.

I couldn’t get enough of this.

I went down to Greenwich Village and found an import store.

I bought the UK album, both mono and stereo because they had different sounding mixes as did the US mono and stereo. This album was not just music but the my soundtrack of LSD pulsing through my veins.

Floyd was coming to the Fillmore in the fall of 1968. I bought tickets but they canceled before I could see them with Syd.

It probably would have sucked anyway,  as Syd, by this time, was basically a non-performing zombie on stage. You can see the results of acid on Syd by watching Pink Floyd on American Bandstand shortly before Syd became impossible to work with.

They decided to perform the song “Apples & Oranges” on American Bandstand.

A very strange choice as it wasn’t even released as a single at the time in the US.

But, I digress..

You see, This album was a statement of a mind going where no mind had gone before.

This music on PatGoD was the sound of a meltdown and breakdown happening right before your eyes and ears.

Take the lyrics on the closing track “Bike” for example:

“I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like, It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good. I’d give it to you if I could but I borrowed it”

So out there and disconnected to anything I ever heard.

Way more childlike than anything Lennon could conjure up…

And so much more…

I haven’t taken any psychedelics for over 45 years, and yet…I can taste the lysergic acid on my tongue just listening to this album.

So, to capsulize this entire face off, Jimi was pretty straight while recording his amazing guitar-laden sonic debut masterpiece, The Stones mixed the acid with heroin, The Doors had a mega hit & a very dark side,  Love gave us astonishing beauty and poetry, The Grateful Dead, in 1967, were just a mediocre garage band (yes they became great but not at this point) , Moby Grape maybe the most talented of the Bay area bands came to play but didn’t get traction, The Jefferson Airplane had bonafide hits, Procol Harum had the international song of the summer of love, Traffic was great and fun to listen to, Cream made a blues/rock masterpiece, The Move had yet to make a full album, The Yardbirds ‘67 entry “Little Games” didn’t live up to the Beck period and that leaves us with Sgt. Pepper and Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

Sgt. Pepper is and was a psychedelic tour de force packaged (as only the Beatles could) in a pop landscape created by George Martin. So meaningful to so many and rightly securing its place as one of the greatest pop albums of all time.

The cover, the production, the songs, the entire legend

This is why I gave it a Psychedelic Factor: 9.9 out of 10.

Pink Floyd’s Piper At the Gates Of Dawn, however, is the sound of brain cells melting down into the abyss of ones cranium.

It stands absolutely alone in the world of truly Psychedelic experimentation.

It never has let me down.

When someone asks me what taking LSD was like, I just tell them to listen to Piper At The Gates Of Dawn.

You either get it…or you don’t.

Pink Floyd’s Debut Album:

The only 10!

RIP Syd…..The Madcap Has the Last Laugh

CASE CLOSED.

[Ooh, boy…I can’t wait to see the comments on this pick! —Ed.]


“The Japanese Beethoven”

Richard Murison

Modern popular music differs most significantly from classical music in that the original performance is considered to be the definitive expression, and any others that follow are generally considered to be ‘covers’.  Furthermore, it is considered bad form for a ‘cover’ version to attempt to replicate the original – a ‘cover’ is expected to provide some variation, innovation, or other interpretive departure from the original.  With classical music, the emphasis is on the composition itself – a specific recipe that sets out the notes each instrument has to play, and how to play them.  Individual performances, therefore, tend to concentrate on the more subtle aspects of phrasing, rubato (tempo variations), tonal palette, and sonority.  New arrangements and other major departures from the score are generally frowned upon.

A consequence of this – and this is perhaps more true from a historical perspective than from a practical one today – is that the composer’s involvement with a composition tends to be completed when he has finished writing it, rather than when it is first performed.  In fact, many of the world’s greatest classical works were never even heard performed by the composers who wrote them!

In classical music, therefore, the written or published score – rather than a particular recording of it – is considered to be the work’s definitive encapsulation.  By contrast, in modern popular music that honor is typically bestowed on the original released recording, such as Time Out, Revolver, Dark Side Of The Moon, Straight Outta Compton, or OK Computer.  In other words, in modern music the specific performance is held to be more definitive than the original score … and in fact, in many cases – including all of the above – a definitive “score” as such doesn’t even exist.

This is important, since if we wanted to discuss the merits (or otherwise) of the song, ” Brothers In Arms”, we would play it, listen to it, and exchange opinions based on having heard the exact same recording of it.  And if I were to venture that it was a fundamentally flawed opus, based on having listened to a cover of it by Jay-Z, or Rage Against The Machine, you might consider that it was my opinion which was fundamentally flawed!  But that’s exactly how we face the world of classical music.  To what extent can I validly expound a critique of Beethoven’s 5th Symphony by listening to Carlos Kleiber’s recording of it, or would that be solely a critique of Kleiber’s recording?  How can we assign merit to the notes on the page, as opposed to a recording of somebody trying to play those notes?  It is a subtle but important distinction.

Let’s consider the symphonies of Mahler.  He wrote nine of them, and left a tenth unfinished.  Suppose I produce a hitherto unknown manuscript which I declare to be a previously unknown 11th symphony.  Let’s say that there is absolutely no way of knowing whether or not this manuscript is genuine, and that nobody is willing to take my assertion at face value.  Furthermore, let’s suppose that I persuade a major orchestra to perform the piece, under the baton of a sympathetic Mahlerian conductor, and that the general reaction is that it sounds like a genuine Mahler symphony, and a great one at that.  What are we to make of this?

The core question here is this one.  Does a composition have any more or any less merit if it turns out it was written by someone else?  Particularly if the presumed composer has a notable reputation, and the ‘someone else’ most pointedly does not.  What if it turned out that the famous symphonies of the immortal (and stone-deaf) Beethoven were all in fact written by his housekeeper?  How would that impact our view of them?

These questions and more crystallize into high-definition reality in the bizarre case of the Japanese Beethoven, Mamura Samuragochi.  Born in 1963 to parents who were Hiroshima survivors, as a young man in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s Samuragochi had found himself a gig as a composer of music incorporated into Japanese video games, and was by all accounts quite successful at it.  His compositional aspirations expanded and deepened, but at the same time he developed a profound deafness.  Undaunted, in 2003 he released his Symphony No 1, “Hiroshima”, to great public and critical acclaim.  The work was received as a compositional tour-de-force, and Samuragochi began to be lauded and revered as the “Japanese Beethoven”.

However, all was not as it seemed.  In 1996, whether through a crisis of confidence or as a shrewd business decision, Samuragochi had teamed up with Takashi Niigaki, a young music teacher with a cripplingly severe case of low self-esteem, but a talent for composing.  He persuaded Niigaki to write his music for him, freeing himself up to promote and market it.  However, Samuragochi insisted that he himself would always be the official “composer” and Niigaki would remain very much out of the public eye.  It seems that Niigaki may even have provided his service unpaid, as an opportunity to actually compose music and have it played.

They say that in order to maintain a lie, you have to live it in perpetuity, and so it became for Samuragochi.  He was a tireless and shameless self-promoter, so as his career took off quite dramatically – still dominated by video game soundtrack work – he became more and more concerned that he would be unable to keep up his subterfuge under the glaring eye of the media.  His solution, bizarrely enough, was to assume the pretense of having gone deaf!  He could then introduce Niigaki the music teacher into the picture as an assistant who could also answer the more difficult musical questions from interviewers and other interested parties.  Amazingly, Samuragochi was able to pull this off, with Niigaki, the ultimate shrinking violet, as a willing accomplice.

The Samuragochi story was proving to be very popular in Japan, a country which had developed a proud western classical music heritage, but which yearned for its own compositional native son.  The “Hiroshima” symphony was performed at a grand concert to celebrate the G8 meeting in Hiroshima in 2008, and a contract was signed with Nippon Columbia to record the work and distribute it on CD.  Meanwhile, Samuragochi put more pressure on Niigaki to continue to write major works for him.  Something had to give, and eventually, it did.

The pressure on Niigaki was intolerable, but the shrinking violet was becoming more and more his own man.  The last straw for him came when Japanese figure skater Daisuke Takahashi, already an Olympic bronze medalist, announced that he would use a Samuragochi composition for the Olympic games of 2014 in Sochi.  Niigaki called a press conference and blew the lid on the whole thing.  Even so, it took a full two months for Samuragochi to come forward with an apology of his own, after which he abruptly vanished from public life.  Niigaki, by contrast, took full advantage of his 15 minutes of fame, quit his teaching job, gained confidence through appearances on the talk-show circuit, and even launched a career as a pianist.  Readers interested in a more detailed treatment of the whole episode may enjoy reading Christopher Beam’s excellent piece in “New Republic”.

In the wake of the scandal, Nippon Columbia withdrew its recording of Symphony No 1 “Hiroshima” from the catalog, and it is now a remarkably difficult CD to find.  However, much to my delight, I recently discovered that it is freely available on TIDAL, and I have been playing it of late.  It is very Mahlerian indeed, and in fact Japanese composer Takeo Noguchi noticed at a very early stage that the work contained adaptations of music by various late-romantic composers, including Mahler (although that in and of itself is by no means unacceptable).  But even if it is unmistakably Mahlerian, it is eminently listenable, even quite riveting at times.  I personally will continue to listen to it for a while until I settle on a considered opinion.  Here is a YouTube video of the finale performed by the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra under the baton of Naoto Otomo, which gives you a sense of the scale of the piece (Mahler’s 3rd, anyone?) – and Samuragochi himself comes to the podium at the end to receive the audience’s applause.

 

So there are a number of questions that come to the fore as we try to decide into which box to assign this symphony.

  • Regardless of its merits, how do we receive a symphony written in 2003 in the manner and style of the late romantic period of 100 years earlier? Can such an endeavour be considered artistically valid without some explanatory knowledge of the composer’s motivations?
  • Is the work to be considered so tainted by fraud and scandal that it is unworthy of future performance, as seems to be the present status quo? Alternatively, how many years must pass before it will be possible to evaluate this work (and other works from the same pen) on its own merits?
  • Was it composed by Mamuro Samuragochi or Takashi Niigaki? The genesis of the composition remains murky, with Samuragochi continuing to claim significant input, and Niigaki continuing to deny or downplay it.

It may be another 100 years before these questions will ever receive a consensus view.  But I can’t help but think that, if the truth had never come out, it is not inconceivable that this column could instead have been about a composer of some significance – “The Japanese Beethoven”.


What Is a Bass? Part 4: Electronic Guitars

Dan Schwartz

I want to wrap up this attempt to answer the question of what goes into a bass (a question only asked by one person) by talking a little about the electronic circuits that go into stringed instruments. But it occurs to me that some readers may not know why I’m focusing on basses (besides the obvious fact that I’m a bassist). [For the latecomers to this series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Ed.]

In the beginning, basses and guitars were different versions of one instrument  (either you thought of it as a bass guitar or an electric bass — but it was still the same thing, however it was referred to). With the innovations that I’ve written about for the past few issues, though, that diverged; not as a matter of design — everything that went into the basses I’ve discussed has been able to go equally into guitars. But one set of musicians embraced the design changes, and one didn’t.

For the most part, electric guitars have been stuck with two basic, and classic, designs: the bolt-on necks of the Fender Telecaster and Stratocaster, and the set neck of the Gibson Les Paul. There are near-infinite variations, of course: hollow-body guitars, both deep (arch-top) and shallow (thin-line Gretsches, Guild Starfires and Gibson 335s), and thin solid-body set-neck guitars, like the Gibson SG. But many of the alternate construction styles and materials, the metal and graphite-and-epoxy necks, haven’t been embraced by guitarists in nearly the same numbers as they have by bassists. Are guitarists more conservative?

Well — yes.

The range of acceptable guitar tones, as prominent as they are in most popular music, is pretty narrow, though it’s more apparent. Or maybe because. There are certainly guitarists who haven’t walked the narrow path — Lindsay Buckingham, Henry Kaiser, Jerry Garcia and Carlos Alomar spring to mind — but they’re few and far between. (Of course, I’m prejudiced.)

In any event — electronics: they can be as simple as no controls at all (just the pickups), or pickups and a volume control, as on my fretless Guild M-85. Most common is passive volume and tone (or treble roll-off), one set per pickup. Bass roll-off controls are incredibly rare –– I’ve got them on a ‘69 Les Paul bass.

Circuits are divided into passive and active — just as in home equipment. I’ve mentioned that Ron Wickersham of Alembic pioneered active circuitry in an instrument and that Ron says that my fretless Guild had the first active circuit, installed in 1969 (prior to the company forming). It was a pair of Darlington emitter followers, used to lower the impedance of the pickups. I don’t know if the bass had any active tone circuit. By the time I got it, it was passive, and now it’s active again.

Jack Casady’s Guild basses were passive, or mostly passive, though his Alembic had a variety of active electronic modules that could be plugged into the bass. Phil Lesh’s Alembicized Guild Starfire and ultimately his Alembic were active, and had what became known as Superfilters. Alembics in general are active: the stock Alembic electronics feature low-impedance, low-gain pickups, that drive a circuit containing a pair of low-pass filters with either switchable or continuously variable “Q”, or resonance, and a differential mode hum-canceller (does any of that need explanation?), a control each for volume and frequency — in this case, being a low-pass filter, it’s a treble cut. A Superfilter is a state-variable filter with five controls per: one for switching the mode between high, low, and band pass (the variable states), a frequency setting (the beginning or the center of the roll-off), a filtered volume, a direct volume, and a continuously variable Q setting.  Add in pickup selection and master volume and some switching for the quad mode (one pickup per string), and Phil’s basses were about as elaborate any ever were. But it was early days. People were exploring.

 

In the years since, people have tried everything they could think of. Leo Fender’s next venture, after selling Fender itself, was MusicMan, in the mid-70s. MusicMan basses have a strange active, battery-powered circuit, in which the pickups feed treble and bass controls. The treble is very sizzly — I turn mine all the way down.  It really functions as a treble boost, and turning it down apparently just makes it flat. I rely on the bass control, which I boost all the way, to overwhelm the treble. That sound is used for much of the album Tuesday Night Music Club, direct. (With its graphite neck, the MusicMan is sort of my no-issues bass — it would always come along on a session; if I picked one that didn’t work, well, the MusicMan ALWAYS worked).

Rick Turner (again!) uses a semi-parametric equalizer on his post-Alembic Model One instruments — it’s what Lindsay Buckingham uses. I used a Model Two (a 2 pickup version) on the song “Black Cadillac”. (Semi-parametric means a frequency-selection control and a level control for that frequency.) There’s also a passive treble-cut and a hard-wire bypass of all tone circuits. Generally, I just turn the control until I hear something I like for what I’m doing — for “Black Cadillac” the frequency control was set near the bottom of its range and the passive treble was just about all the way off.

I used to play around with my Alembic’s tone settings, especially the back pickup — tweaking its filter to bring out harmonics is especially satisfying. But since the bass hit it’s magic age, I generally just set it flat — tone controls opened up, “Q” set flat, and do all the tone adjusting with my hands (moving to Thomastik-Infeld flat-wound strings from Superwound helped with that). (I actually went to Alembic in ‘80 or ‘81 and Ron Wickersham and I went into Prairie Sun Recording in order for me to record a demo of how the Alembic electronics worked — but with Ron present, I froze, all the while thinking that he should be doing the talking).

Anyway — what does all this stuff, all these controls, give you? In a word, control. When you hear an electric instrument, you’re really listening to a whole system of materials and electronics — in the instrument, the amplifiers and the recording chain. Just as when you listen to acoustic or classical music, you’re still listening to materials and electronics.

The estimable Rick Turner has a few comments on the progression of this technology:

“Actually, the first on-board active electronics I encountered were on both the Baldwin classical electric guitar and the Gibson C-1E electric classical guitar!  Both were for buffering the actually excellent piezo bridge saddle pickups.  Also, I think Burns of London did some active magnetic pickup guitars in the early 1960s…that bears more looking into.  There is also some weird connection between Burns and either Gibson or Baldwin there, too. More research…   BTW, the Baldwin pickup and electronics are what Willie Nelson has in his Martin classical guitar to this day, and Baldwin made a special amp that sent power, I think in excess of 20 Volts, up to the guitar.  That’s the “PrismaTone” pickup.

“I started mounting battery powered effects on my Peanut guitar in 1967…a “Boss Tone” fuzz, and a Vox treble booster ( trouble booster? ), so in a funny way, I may have beaten Ron to the punch, though my intent was to have the effects…which did also buffer the pickup signal, though I didn’t really understand that yet.  Obviously, by the time that guitar got to Garcia, the effects were history.

“The earliest stuff Ron was doing on the Guild/Hagstrom BiSonic pickups was to buffer the pickup and line drive the signal at low impedance so no highs would be lost.  Gain was not a consideration.  Then when I came along, we realized that we could extend the frequency response of the pickups out past 20 KHz, and make up for lost pickup voltage (lower turns count) by adding some gain…however much was needed to meet or exceed the “normal” output voltage of electric basses and guitars.

“The real Alembic/Wickersham break-through was in putting truly studio quality preamplification and filter/EQ on board the instruments with Jack’s bass being the test bed for all that.

“I’d started literally hand winding pickups in ’68 when I moved to California, and they wound up being relatively low impedance as much because I didn’t know better and because of what wire and other supplies were available to me.  Turned out that they had really wide frequency response when Ron tested them, and we were off to the races.

“The earliest commercial amplified guitar was the Stromberg Electro…1928!  The pickup was magnetic, but sensed top movement, not string movement, and a few years later, Lloyd Loar founded ViViTone making electric guitars, both hollow and solid bodied, mandolin, violin, viola, and upright bass using bridge and top sensitive magnetic pickups.  But then in 1933, out came the Rickenbacher frying pan lap steel with the first really successful string sensitive pickups, and that became the dominant technology…by far.  Once the horseshoes were stripped away, you had what is now known as the Charlie Christian pickup in Gibsons, and the race was on.  With a bunch of odd branches to the tree!

“BTW, I’ve never seen one of the Stromberg Electros, but I do have a ViViTone from 1933.  Stromberg was also Stromberg-Voisinette which became Kay.  Henry Kuhrmeyer, the “K”, designed the pickup for the Electro.  He then took over the company and renamed it.  Clever dude.

“There are persistent rumours of Lloyd Loar experimenting with amplification when he worked at Gibson, but there’s no actual proof…yet. If he did, it may have been essentially a condenser pickup…a copper plate attached to the underside of the top with another closely mounted copper plate.  Charge it with voltage and it would work just like a condenser microphone.  The expert on the history of electric guitar, Lynn Wheelwright, doesn’t think that Loar did.  When I met Seth Lover, he said that he thought he saw some left over experimental stuff at the old Kalamazoo Gibson factory when he started there in the 1940s. Seth was in and out of Gibson several times. Pretty decent Wiki on him.”

[Basses are property of, and photographs courtesy of, the Schwartz California Institute of Bassology–-Ed.]


Voices

Lawrence Schenbeck

Whenever people talk seriously about recorded music, sooner or later the matter of scale comes up. Some musics and musical experiences get big. Others win by staying small. So, public versus intimate. Meta vs. miniature. Universal vs. individual. Recordings invite confusion: who actually expects to actually hear the actual Berlioz Requiem in her living room?

Live performance offers fewer confusions. Yet I can’t help thinking of a night I spent in Chicago thirty-odd years ago: we had taken our teenage daughter to a Madonna performance. Quite an evening. Soldier Field was packed with fans, who did ‘80s fan things: The Wave. The Bic Lighters. Assorted cheers, screams, and swoons. The stage was filled by two enormous video screens offering visuals of the artist as a forty-foot-tall creature in a bustier. The sound? Also forty feet tall.

Here’s the weird part: even as we beheld those forty-foot Madonnas, we could see a tiny actual person onstage, wearing a little sequined outfit and moving awkwardly but energetically through some sort of dance routine. Between numbers she would collapse, gasping for breath and cursing like a sailor (a tiny, awkward, but fully sequined sailor) while she asked us if we were having a good time. (Apparently pop artists frequently pose this question. I can’t imagine Martha Argerich ever asking it, but who knows?) The performance proceeded in this way for much of the evening. Everyone had a certifiable good time, as far as I could tell.

Was it meta, or miniature? That night we beheld a surreal combination of Galactic Fantasy Madonna and a tiny Actual Person who said she was Madonna.

But wait: this column is titled “Voices.” All righty then! We’re talking about singers, who learn to operate in all sorts of space. Their operations are inevitably affected by the recording process. With an eye on that, we’ll begin today with Tiny Actual Persons and conclude—I hope—in the next issue with Galactic Fantasy Divas.

Lately my favorite voices—real, individual, intimate—belong to soprano Carolyn Sampson and countertenor Iestyn Davies. Their duet album, Lost Is My Quiet (BIS-2279; SACD and downloads) is just about the most fun you can have with two singers and a pianist, the excellent Joseph Middleton. The program happily ranges from Henry Purcell (1659–95, as “realized” by Benjamin Britten) to Mendelssohn, Schumann, and Roger Quilter (1877–1953). Throughout, their mood is personal, relaxed, and altogether joyful. Regardless of the text, Sampson and Davies communicate ceaseless joy as they turn each song’s sentiments into near-corporeal form. Here’s a bit of Purcell’s “No, resistance is but vain”:

No, no, no, no, Resistance is but vain,
And only adds new weight to Cupid’s Chain:
A Thousand Ways, a Thousand Arts,
The Tyrant knows to Captivate our Hearts . . .

The album’s more earnest German songs are leavened by those naïve and folk-like qualities the Romantics so loved, as in Mendelssohn’s “Volkslied” to a Ferdinand Freiligrath translation of Robert Burns:

Ah, could I but see you there on the heath,
In the storm, in the storm!
I’d shelter you, shelter you
From the storm with my cloak!

Ah, if misfortune, if misfortune
Should ever storm around you,
This heart shall be your refuge,
Which I’d gladly, gladly share with you. . . .

Nearly thirty songs are collected herein, which enables the singers to change mood frequently and on a dime:

The lily-of-the-valley rings out in the valley,
Resounding bright and clear:
Gather round and dance,
All you darling little flowers!

Wait, there’s more: In 2017 both singers released solo albums, in each case collections of Bach cantatas. Sampson’s (Harmonia Mundi HMM 902252) includes the delectable wedding cantata “Weichet nur, betrübte Schatten” BWV 202. Here’s a sample:

Begone now, gloomy shadows;
Frost and winds, away with you!
Flora’s joys
Will grant our breasts
Naught but cheerful good fortune. . . .

This grand yet intimate succession of nine recitatives and arias heralds the coming of spring (and the return of Cupid to the fields of love) in music that grows increasingly lively:

To indulge in love,
To dally amid caresses,
Is better than Flora’s fleeting joys. . . .

The excellent oboist in both selections is Katharina Arfken of the Freiburger Barockorchester, provider of sterling accompaniments throughout. Even when the repertoire turns toward sober-minded church music, as with “Mein Herze schwimmt im Blut” BWV 199, Sampson imbues the concluding moments with all the transformative bliss implied by text and music:

How joyful is my heart,
For God is propitiated,
And after my suffering and repentance
No longer excludes me from bliss
Nor from His heart.

Davies’ effort (Hyperion CDA68111) is nearly as fine. He has one of the very finest male alto voices out there right now, and he is ably abetted by a good British Baroque group, Arcangelo. The listener probably gets a better overall view of Bach’s sacred cantata output from this album, in fact, because a number of the texts are pompously, self-consciously pious. But as Richard Wigmore reminds us in his program notes, the more mawkish the words, the more likely Bach was to respond with “music of overwhelming beauty and spiritual force.” As in this aria from BWV 170, “Vergnügte Ruh’, beliebte Seelenlust”:

How those perverted hearts grieve me,
Who have, my God, so offended thee;
I tremble, in truth, and feel a thousand torments,
When they merely rejoice in revenge and hate.

Davies’ expressive phrasing claims the foreground in these settings, rightly so given the relatively dry accompaniments offered by Arcangelo. In that regard I can’t help mentioning another recent recording of two of the same cantatas, “Vergnügte Ruh’” and “Ich habe genug” (BWV82), from Philippe Jaroussky and (!) the Freiburger Barockorchester (Erato 557659). Here’s the same snippet of music from BWV 170 as they deliver it:

Jaroussky benefits from having a slightly larger band on hand, and a more favorable recorded balance, but it’s his performance that seals the deal. The tortured instrumental writing—meager, hesitant bass line, chromatically writhing organ lines above it—becomes a tortured personal commentary via this artist’s more fluid, honeyed vocalism. Album-wise, I also think it helps to have Bach’s complex, unremittingly somber music broken up by a bit of Telemann, as it is here.

And that brings us to dessert. Crazy Girl Crazy (Alpha 293), soprano Barbara Hannigan’s recording debut as a conductor, got lots of attention toward the end of 2017. It’s on our menu today because of the way it plays with scale. CGC is sort of a three-act drama. Act One consists of Luciano Berio’s landmark Sequenza III for solo female voice, a nine-minute catalog of unaccompanied vocal effects, some of them extreme but all of them resonant with symbolism, since, as Berio said, “the voice always refers beyond itself.” Ultimately Sequenza III tells a story, exploring a soloist’s journey as she discovers and bonds with her voice.

It is this element that Hannigan emphasizes, because she means for CGC to “revolve around a woman called Lulu,” the eponymous heroine of Berg’s opera and the Wedekind plays that inspired it. For Hannigan, Lulu is not a femme fatale but rather the Earth Spirit, the embodiment of eternally creative female freedom. The vocal material is transposed upward to suggest a 15-year-old Lulu’s rite of passage.

 

If you turn up the volume on this track, Lulu will fill your room, becoming Berio’s own Forty-Foot Madonna. If you don’t touch that knob, Lulu will remain 15, but you may miss a few exquisite details. What’ll it be? Meta or miniature?

Berg was definitely after the former in Lulu, unfinished at his death in 1935. By then, he had arranged a Lulu Suite to serve “as a trailer of sorts,” as Hannigan puts it, and in CGC it serves as Act Two. This is the weaker part of the album, in part because of its massive demands in scale. Berg wrote for a large orchestra, one capable of handling hyper-expressive, post-Wagnerian counterpoint. The music must roil and seethe, explode yet sing. It takes an ensemble with Berg’s style in its very bones, and a conductor more experienced in shaping its energies, to pull off gestures of such enormity. Someday Hannigan will be that conductor; when she is, I hope they make the Wiener Philharmoniker available to her.

Act Three belongs to another suite, this one built from Gershwin’s music for Girl Crazy. It’s a genuine treat, arranged by Hannigan and master orchestrator Bill Elliott in a way that reconciles Berg’s Expressionism with Gershwin’s own knowing take on 20th-century romance—here convincingly tinged with melancholy. (Imagine Countess Geschwitz singing “But Not For Me” and you’ll get it.) This brilliant ending makes Acts One and Three reason enough to get the recording. A DVD documentary of the album’s recording process is also provided (check out the Sennheiser HD 6xx’s).

Next: opera. Happy New Year, everyone!


As Real As It Gets

As Real As It Gets

As Real As It Gets

Charles Rodrigues