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Issue 35

Retro-Introspection?

Retro-Introspection?

Leebs

Welcome to Copper #35!

Lately, I've been blathering a lot about aging, even right here in this space last issue. I'm afraid that Dan Schwartz's piece in this issue about Harry Pearson has further fueled that whole looking back/looking inward thing. Shall we call it "retro-introspection"?  Sounds awkward enough and pretentious enough to be the title of a NYT bestseller.

But let's look at the here and now---or even the hear and now. Let's extract ossicles from assicles (!) and move forward.

Our columnists this issue cover such a wide range of topics and music, that I can't help but smile. Typing the names of some of these artists is challenging enough----please don't ask me to pronounce them!

Larry Schenbeck leads off the issue with a survey of  the works of 20th-century (and 21st!) minimalist composer György Kurtág (!); Dan's previously-mentioned piece on Harry Pearson is next; Richard Murison offers some fascinating perspective on Moore's Law; Jay Jay French continues his story about THAT CUSTOMER on Lawn Guyland; Duncan Taylor introduces us to versatile musician Seth Glier; Anne E. Johnson looks at the work of unique/unspellable/unpronounceable Icelandic artist Jófríður Ákadóttir (!!), who is mercifully also known as JFDR; Woody Woodward takes an affectionate and retro-intospective (!!!) look at Southern rock and the late Gregg Allman; Anne is back again with reviews of a number of lute recordings; and Industry News looks at changes at Bang & Olufsen. I write about what we do to save audio (no pressure there!), and continue our historical look at horn loudspeakers.

Our friend B. Jan Montana tells us what he saw and heard at the LA Audio Show, and Jim Smith looks at the most important component in your audio system---and no, it's not your wallet!

We wrap with a beautiful Parting Shot from Paul McGowan.

I hope you'll enjoy this issue. Until next time!

Cheers, Leebs.


Montana Goes to the LA Audio Show

Montana Goes to the LA Audio Show

Montana Goes to the LA Audio Show

B. Jan Montana

The LAX Sheraton (shown above with my good friend Jim Lindstrom, whose enthusiasm for audio knows no bounds) was a good choice as venue for the LA Audio Show (LAAS, held June 2-4).  It was also chosen by Stereophile magazine to host an audio show around 2006, and at the time, exhibitors commented that the rooms in this hotel  offered better acoustics than those at most audio show venues.  It has lots of wide open spaces and lots of windows, so one doesn’t get the claustrophobic feeling that characterized some hotels in Las Vegas.  The restaurants seemed to offer something for everyone, even with a limited menu. I missed the variety offered by the food trucks at last year’s THE Show in Irvine, but not the lengthy lines that accompanied them.

Also important for attendees is the number of hotels adjacent to the Sheraton, which made it possible to walk to and from the LAAS.  In Irvine, most of the hotels were too far away for that. The Sheraton is located in a safe, pleasant area of town conducive to strolls in the area. I expected airplane noise to be an issue in the exhibitors rooms, but that turned out to be an unwarranted concern.

“The Magic Bus” by Jon Whitledge has been a standard feature of THE Show-Newport, and was parked outside the Sheraton for LAAS.  This iteration of the Bus featured gear from Sony, and was the ultimate van system for the neighbor from hell (or his kid).  It was loud, louder and too loud.  The entire van was dedicated to the audio system, which makes it useless for serious dating — the priority of my generation when I was the neighbor’s kid from hell.  I’m sure the sound was as good as possible in any vehicle with tin sides, but I couldn’t get past the acoustics.

No room for make-out sessions here.

The airy, light-filled lobby was a pleasant place to be.

The venue for the seminars was comfortable, spacious and airy—probably not a concern until one attends a seminar.  This subject of this seminar was music streaming, which seems to have a far brighter future than the resurgence of album sales — if the numbers presented here are to be believed.

Isn’t that Bob Stuart in the audience?

Bob Levi is a mover and a shaker.  He was one of the founding fathers of the CNN network, produced the Emmy Awards 8 times, and was involved in THE Show’s move from Las Vegas to LA. Bob  is President of the LA/Orange County Audio Society (LAOCAS) and is one of the driving forces behind the first LA Audio Show (LAAS), along with the overworked Executive Director, Marine Presson.

Beauty and the Bob.

The Headphone Emporium was always a busy place, with a terrific variety of products to suit every headphone enthusiast. After four or five auditions of unfamiliar music, my ears wore out and I headed back to the LAOCAS hospitality room — to join a bunch of other worn-out ears over a Scotch.

No shortage of choices here.

Once in the exhibit rooms, speakers show a lot more variety than electronics—most of which are just metal boxes, after all.  Audiophiles would be a lot happier if all recording studios were required to use equipment as clean and neutral as that from Sanders Sound Systems. These electrostats are very directional, requiring listeners to sit one behind each other in a single column.  The designer of these speakers, Roger Sanders, claims that the more omni-directional speakers are, the more they lose resolution.  Having heard them many times, I agree.  The listening experience with these speakers is as intimate as headphones, but without the inside-the-head location of the musicians.  A great bargain for about $15,000, including the amp.

Transparent sound. Literally.

Speaking of studio monitors, these JBL model 4367 home speakers are the passive-crossover, home versions of one of their professional studio monitors.  If you feel that an important feature distinguishing live from reproduced music is dynamics, you’d agree that these speakers sound as close to live as possible.  Of course, like all speakers, that involves trade-offs, but it’s hard to beat the resources of a long established company with a full engineering team that does its own, original acoustic research. Very impressive sound for $15,000.

You can always recognize a JBL semi-pro speaker, can’t you?

Revel is another Harman company, like JBL; the Revel Salon, at about $20,000, may be the most refined audiophile speaker on the market.  It helps to drive them with the power and finesse of gear from Mark Levinson—yet another Harman company.  This room was one of the best attended at the show.

Note the ML turntable, that company’s first ever—designed in partnership with VPI.

Nola speakers have garnered many favorable reviews over the years, but this latest speaker system, at $23,000, is the best product I’ve heard from the venerable founder, Carl Marchisotto (left).  They were very dynamic and clean, perhaps due to the use of fewer drivers (though they lacked the bottom octave).  Or perhaps it was the contribution made by Josh from Deja Vu Audio in La Jolla, CA — the ancient Western Electric amplifiers.  We’ve come a long way baby (maybe)?

NOLA plus WE? Huh.

Speaker engineer Kevin Malmgren of Evolution Acoustics showed his latest creation.  The drivers took six years to design and feature a one inch excursion. These speakers produced a huge sound which belied their size, and the cabinetry is exquisite.  Price to be determined.

Kevin looks a little Godzilla-ish next to those speakers, no?

Designer Andrew Jones’ demos of new models are always a show highlight, and his new $5000 giant killers from ELAC  rival many much more expensive speakers at the show.  I know it’s a cliche, but everyone seemed to agree that these could easily be our desert island speakers for eternity.  I have no idea how Andrew does it, time after time.

What, no Andrew Jones??

Designer Peter Noerbaek of PBN Audio showed another $5000 pair of speakers, which feature all Danish Scan Speak drivers — no cheap Asian knock-offs here. These paper drivers with soft dome tweeters make some of the most non-fatiguing sounds on the planet, but not at the cost of resolution.  They could also be part of my desert island system, but I think they would match better with one of Peter’s own solid state amplifiers than the excellent tube amps shown here.  Bet he’d make a package deal! PBN also showed some of the most attractive turntables I’ve seen, based upon vintage Denon motor units.

A Dane using Danish drivers. What are the odds?

Speaking of drivers, I always find rooms like that of Madisound Speaker Components fascinating because I’m interested in what it takes to create great audio.  Drivers lodged in boxes all pretty much look the same, but lying on a table, huge differences soon become apparent in motor structure and basket construction.  That doesn’t tell the whole story, but it goes a long way.  Madisound sells some of the best drivers on the market. Shown is Gary Gill assessing them.

So many choices….

When the Vapor Audio Nimbus speakers were introduced several years ago, they listed at about $7500.  That must have been the introductory price, because now they sell for $23,000.  That’s still low for the sound they produce, which is nothing short of outstanding.  They also have a fascinating visual presence — talk about a complicated cabinet.  Over and over again, I heard regrets from attendees who wish they’d bought them the first time they heard them.  These speakers use some of the very best and most expensive drivers a manufacturer can buy.  Ryan Scott, the principal of the company, told me that he’s continually back-ordered.

Not the usual 6-sided box.

For some folks, audio is a business.  For others, it’s a passion. How do you distinguish? One way is to wander the empty halls and listen for music long after the show has officially closed.We found Zu Audio CEO Sean Casey spinning discs and serving beverages and pizza well into the night. His smaller speakers are very easy to drive, dynamic, and one of the best recommendations for budding audiophiles on a budget…and they are created by a true enthusiast.

Now this looks more like it!

Finally,it’s tough to beat the sound of a symphony orchestra. …….or the thrill of a big band.  The BBB band, which played the first evening, was mesmerizing — far too tight for a group of amateurs who get together occasionally to play for kicks.  I found out later that these were all studio musicians, many of them employed in the entertainment industry, who get together occasionally to play for kicks.  What a treat!  Drummer Bernie Dresel, the leader of the band, was just outstanding.

Try finding an audio system that can properly reproduce this!

The first LA Audio Show was a noble effort, and it’ll be interesting to see how things settle out in the California audio show world, where there are presently three contenders.


Believing Our Ears

Believing Our Ears

Believing Our Ears

Bill Leebens

There are times when I regret having named this column “The Audio Cynic”. Some days, “Skeptic” would be more appropriate. Other days, my younger coworkers would likely vote for “The Audio Crank”: “Hey you kids, turn that crap music down!”

Today, I’d think it terms of “The Audio Evangelist”. When you get down to it, that’s what my career in the biz has been, and that’s what all diehard music-lovers and audiophiles are: evangelists. As with all the evangelists I’ve known—hey, I lived in Memphis for 25 years, and evangelists are tough to avoid there— there are times of diminished enthusiasm and vigor. And with luck, those are counterbalanced by Damascus Road moments where the scales fall off, and it hits:

THAT’S why I do this. NOW I remember.

I’ve heard just about every type and configuration of audio gear that has ever been made, dating from the time of Edison to today. I may occasionally hear something and think, “that ain’t bad”—-but very, very rarely do I hear something that  gives me one of those scales-fall-off  moments.

Well—I had one of those moments the other day.

My colleagues are aware that I’m almost impossible to impress. The benefit to that  is that when I am impressed, it has real meaning. They know my reaction is not lip-service.

So when I walked into a demo the other day, my expectations were low. I stepped in the door and heard a familiar piece of music on a familiar system, but heard it in a most unfamiliar way. It hit me in the chest the way it never had before.

Involuntarily I blurted out, “did you add more woofers??”

Heads swiveled around and I was met by looks of astonishment. Nope, no more woofers. Something else.

After everyone else had gone, I sat by myself for an hour, just listening to music. Sadly, that’s a luxury I rarely allow myself. Sure, I have a decent desktop rig with Tidal, but to hide out in the main listening room—and really listen?

It happens way too infrequently.

Fill in the audiophile cliches here: “I heard familiar music as though for the first time”; “I heard things I never heard before”; “the music touched me like it never had”; “it reached my SOUL”.

Pathetic, perhaps—but all true.

When these all-too-rare moments occur, when a genuine breakthrough is heard, my reaction is, “if everyone could hear THIS, they’d get it.” They’d understand why we fuss and obsess and putz around. They’d understand that music has emotional weight and importance, that it’s more than just a background thrum competing against the clang of a cacophonous  world. It is the opposite of a distraction, it is an attraction, something to be focused upon.

So what do we do about that? What should I do about that?


Jófríður Ákadóttir

Anne E. Johnson

It’s tempting to picture Björk as the only singer-songwriter in Iceland, wandering alone over the frozen tundra with only her swan-shaped dress for company. Satisfying as that image may be, the streets and clubs of Reykjavik are apparently teeming with indie musicians. One of the hardest-working is 23-year-old Jófríður Ákadóttir, whose output of solo and collaborative tracks is truly impressive.

When Ákadóttir records on her own, she calls herself JFDR. (This tells me that I’m not the only one who struggles to pronounce and spell her name.) Her style is ephemeral, the lyrics only sometimes intelligible, yet she’ll mesmerize you if you let her. The song “Anew,” simply produced with voice and guitar, shows what’s at her core. The video of this young golden-haired woman in a sunlit, bright-white room is a metaphor for the experience of listening: there’s almost too much purity to bear:

 

The majority of JFDR’s output is electronica plus vocals. It’s an interesting combination of sounds. Tones and noises float and swirl like space dust, not quite within grasp, shapeless. But into that fantastical texture Ákadóttir drops vocals so authentically human that you can hear her breathe.

Here’s “Instant Patience,” with a chorus that makes about as much sense as any of her poetry: “Is it logical, incomprehensible? Admiration, consolation, instant patience.” This is the kind of verse that uses words more for their sounds than their meaning:

 

In “Destiny Is Upon Us,” the untethered vocals are almost grounded by the greater variety of textures in the accompaniment, including a sample that sounds like rummaging through a spoon drawer. The frenetic energy of the electronic score tricks the ear into thinking this is an up-tempo song, although Ákadóttir’s vocal line is actually quite slow:

 

Ákadóttir isn’t always JFDR. Despite the profound loneliness that Glenn Gould idealized in his radio sound-sculpture The Idea of North, Ákadóttir proves herself to be a highly social creature, at least musically. Often she collaborates with other performers, mostly fellow Icelanders.

She’s done a few tracks with recording engineer and composer Aaron Roche. “On with My Work” has mantra-like acoustic guitar patterns and harmonic minimalism that take you back to the New Age. And the video is fun because Roche looks like history’s most introspective Viking:

 

In 2011, Ákadóttir joined with Áslaug Rún Magnúsdóttir on clarinet and Þórður Kári Steinþórsson on electronics to form the band Samaris. They often sing in Icelandic. “Góða Tungl” (“Good Moon”) uses old Icelandic poetry. The melody has an ancient, folk-like quality, distinct from Ákadóttir’s amorphous solo work. This is an early track for the band, one that Ákadóttir helped write:

 

Recently she hasn’t been doing as much of Samaris’ writing, and has complained in interviews that she misses the “softer, more feminine” sounds the band used to have. “Wanted 2 Say” is one of these later songs, from the 2016 album Black Lights. The style veers toward conventionality in its phrasing and drum beat, sort of like an Icelandic Radiohead:

 

Playing music with others is nothing new for Ákadóttir; much of her experience along those lines has been a family affair. The fact that Jófríður Ákadóttir has a twin sister somehow seems appropriate for such an Elvin presence. Jófríður told the Reykjavik Grapevine that she and her sister Ásthildur had had “soundwaves going through us” since the womb. Their mother is a clarinetist, their father a trumpeter and composer. The twins were only 14 in 2009 when they started a band called Pascal Pinon, and it’s still going (although Ásthildur had to pull out of a recent tour because of health issues).

Nobody told the twins that young girls weren’t “supposed” to record and produce their own albums, so they went ahead and started doing it. Here’s Pascal Pinon’s “Bloom”:

 

While singing with her sister must feel personally primordial, Ákadóttir does not shy away from new projects. In 2014 she joined a band called Gangly. One critic recently described the trio’s music as “soundtracking perpetual darkness.” In this song, “Holy Grounds,” you can hear influence from the metal ballad tradition, such as Dream Theater or even Metallica, but with greater reliance on computer-generated sound:

 

Maybe her work with Gangly indicates a turn in Ákadóttir’s musical sensibilities, but I doubt it. It’s just one more color of igneous rock on the heaping pile of musical pebbles she’s collecting. Beneath it all, solo and simple-to-pronounce JFDR is still wandering the song-tundra of her mind.


Getting to Know György

Lawrence Schenbeck

György Kurtág (b. 1926) is old. Really old.

If his music sounds young—somehow new—that may simply be due to his having labored in the shadows of Messiaen, Ligeti, Cage, et al. all these years. Or it may prove some version of what Schoenberg said in the First Golden Age of Atonal Expressionism: there is still plenty of good music to be written in C major.

Once in a while C major does peek through in Kurtág’s works. For Kurtág, though, we should insist on a corollary: there’s still plenty of good music to be written within the radical economies and expressive extremes of post-Webern, post-tonal musical language.

You remember Webern. An acolyte of Schoenberg, he made music of shocking brevity and emotional power over a hundred years ago:

 

Webern’s music can be cryptic, mysterious. He seldom says anything twice. (Compare that with Wagner, or Philip Glass!) But Webern teaches us the beauty of surprise, of violent contrast, of understatement as well. Kurtág proved to be the grasshopper who learned his lessons well. In the age of Glass and Pärt, he created equally brave new worlds from minimal and simple.

Listen, for example, to Kurtág’s Opus 1, his first “authentic” work, written in Paris between 1957 and ’59. Romanian by birth, he had studied for years in Budapest, a city with a rich artistic heritage but one in which Communist authorities kept a stranglehold on artistic activity. In Paris Kurtág’s encounters with the lectures of Milhaud and Messiaen at the Conservatoire, with the music of Stockhausen, Ligeti, and Webern at Domaine Musicale concerts, and in therapy with psychologist Marianne Stein opened vital new creative doors for him. When Stein urged him to simplify his working methods as a means of overcoming a desperate case of “composer’s block,” here’s how he responded:

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Okay, definitely more robust and direct than Webern. But listen to the colors! All those textural twists, hard snaps and glissandos, filmy fadeouts and crashing blows. Remarkable for a string quartet, even considering the precedents set by Bartók, another major influence. Nor was Kurtág afraid to repeat things:

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These are from Quatuor Molinari’s 2016 Kurtág: Complete String Quartets (ATMA Classique ACD2 2705). It’s sequenced chronologically, so you can trace the composer’s development from Op. 1 (1959) to Arioso: Hommage à Walter Levin 85 (2009). Plus, these are terrific performances by a young Canadian quartet that lives and breathes new music.

And yet you may not want to start your Kurtág journey with the quartets. A better choice will be available in a few days: György Kurtág: Complete Works for Ensemble and Choir (ECM 2505–07; 3 CDs; 24/96 download promised from HD Tracks). Its varied offerings present an even more comprehensive, compelling Kurtág portrait. Good for beginners, absolutely essential for hardcore fans.

The title may be misleading. By “ensemble,” the curators of these discs mean one-on-a-part instrumental groups, anywhere from two to twenty-odd players, sometimes dispersed within the performance space, sometimes featuring solo singers or a choir. Such an approach allows for maximum individual expressivity and a balance of intimacy and power, which serves Kurtág’s disparate creative impulses well. Paradoxically, his reliance on simplicity—in many distinctive disguises—emerges more clearly than ever. As conductor Reinbert de Leeuw says,

I was completely overwhelmed by the simple means Kurtág needs to create his own musical universe. How is it possible that just playing the open strings of a guitar as in the opening bars of “Grabstein für Stephan” followed by the pianino taking over these chords is breathtaking?

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A lot more “breathtaking” stuff follows. Think of Kurtág’s relationship to the Western canon as roughly similar to the relationship between wine and cognac—or better yet, some peasant distillation like grappa or slivovitz. You and your friend can put away quite a bit of wine and still walk home, whereas the equivalent volume of grappa will put you both under the table. There’s a limit to how much Kurtág I can handle without slipping into Beethoven or Dvořák to clear my head. It’s that concentrated. Here are snippets from  . . . quasi una fantasia . . ., Kurtág’s own Op. 27 No. 1:

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Even the four complete movements are quite short; only the last lingers more than a couple of minutes. Yet what drastic contrasts mark them! One must listen closely, and when one does—when one truly opens up to these sounds—the effects are devastating.

I’m not quite so drawn to Kurtág’s vocal music. In an essay included in ECM’s program booklet, Paul Griffiths may have put his finger on it:

[This music] does not need a physical voice to utter, any more than it needs a physical body in order to be corporeal, and to affect us corporeally. Indeed, we may well feel that Kurtág’s instruments . . . shout the more vehemently, sing the more sweetly.

Just so. Nevertheless, here are characteristic bits of two provocative Kurtág song settings:

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You took
my heart on the palm of your hand,
which you then carefully turned upside down. 
(Rimma Dalos)

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Bend down. (Bends to the ground.)
Stand erect. (Rises slowly up.)
Take off your shirt and underpants.
(Takes them off one by one.)
Turn and face.
(Turns away. Then faces him.)
Put on your clothes.
(Puts them back on.) 
(János Pilinszky)

Many more such surprising moments lie within this stunning new collection. It was recorded in Amsterdam and Haarlem over a four-year period with the sort of consistent care that, in a better world, would make it an absolute must-own for audiophiles. At the very least we should be thankful to Manfred Eicher and his New Series team for their patient watchfulness over the project, and for their wise decision to issue everything together at once.

Over the years Kurtág has also written dozens of minature minatures, little pieces for children and others with short attention spans (or else a refined appreciation for atoms and molecules). You should sample them. My current favorites are those collected as Jelek, játékok és üzenetek (Signs, Games and Messages) for viola solo, played by the remarkable Kim Kashkashian on another ECM release. Here is part of the riveting “In Nomine  all’ongherese” that leads off her recital:

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The composer and his wife Márta are well-known for piano-four-hands performances of the Játékok for keyboard. Others have waxed more poetically over their appearances than I could ever hope to do. But they’re worth checking out, a loving couple united by their sensitivity to great music past and present. (Go to YouTube and click “Show More” to see the entire set list.)

 


B & O Sells Czech Factory to Tymphany

Bill Leebens

Bang & Olufsen completes divestiture of its Czech subsidiary and announces non-cash adjustments to the balance sheet

[Full disclosure: I have a lifelong fondness for B&O, and have done a consulting gig with the company in Denmark. I’ve been dismayed many times over the last several decades where I felt the brand was going seriously astray, and dealers with a long memory still kvetch about the company’s high-handed dismissal of their entire dealer network in the ’90’s. In the last few years, B&O has spun off their successful ICE Power subsidiary, sold their automotive division to Harman, fired their young CEO, and now have sold their main engineering and manufacturing facility in the Czech Republic, to Tymphany. Tymphany will supposedly continue making B&O products there, but such a move for a relatively small amount of cash—about $5M, net—makes me nervous.–-Ed.]

Struer,Denmark  2017-05-31 09:06 CEST (GLOBE NEWSWIRE)

Today, Bang & Olufsen a/s (“Bang & Olufsen”) has completed the previously announced transaction with Tymphany Acoustic Technology HK Limited (“Tymphany”) by divesting its entire share capital in Bang & Olufsen’s Czech assembly subsidiary, Bang & Olufsen s.r.o. (the “Transaction”). As a consequence of the completion of the Transaction, as well as the ongoing strategic transition to an agile and asset-light operating model, the companyannounces certain related non-cash adjustments to the company’s balance sheet for financial year end 2016/17.

Completion of divestiture

The Transaction has now been completed and all of Bang & Olufsen’s 322 Czech employees have been transferred to Tymphany as of today.

Bang & Olufsen expects to receive DKK123 million in cash payments for the Transaction resulting in an accounting gain of DKK 33 million. As part of the strategic partnership, Tymphany will produce Bang & Olufsen products in the Czech factory. Tymphany is a long standing and trusted  supplier to Bang & Olufsen. The Transaction will enable Bang & Olufsen to further strengthen its areas of core competencies within acoustics, design, craftsmanship.

Non-cash adjustments to the balance sheet for financial year end 2016/17

The Transaction forms part of Bang & Olufsen a/s’ strategic transition during the financial year to an agile and asset-light operating model. The transition will result in certain extraordinary costs and non-cash adjustments in the company’s balance sheet for year end 2016/17. The key adjustments are summarised below, and will be further detailed in the Annual Report for 2016/17, which will be released on 12 July 2017.

The key adjustments are related to the following items:

  • Restructuring of the Bang & Olufsen business unit done in May 2017.
  • The increased use of partnerships, especially related to TV technology and production, will result in changes in the end-to-end operating model, affecting the company’s inventories and service model. Therefore, the company will record write-downs of selected parts of the company’s inventories.
  • The distribution setup will continue to be optimized towards fewer, larger and stronger partners. In addition, the company will continue the journey towards fewer company owned and operated stores. The optimized distribution will result in impairments of goodwill, and write-down of tangible assets and inventory.

The above items and related implications are estimated to result in a non-cash balance sheet adjustment of DKK 120 – 130 million in the fourth quarter of the 2016/17 financial year. In addition, the above mentioned divestiture of the Czech production facilities, will result in a DKK 33 million accounting gain in the fourth quarter, resulting in a total net negative balance sheet and reported EBIT impact of DKK 90 – 100 million related to above special items as of financial year end 2016/17.

The changes will not impact the underlying EBITDAC and therefore does not impact outlook for the financial year 2016/17.

 

Henrik Clausen

CEO


Horns, Part 4

Bill Leebens

We wrapped up our last installment with the end of World War II, the formation of Altec-Lansing after the break-up of Western Electric, and the arrival of permanent magnet drivers (including Alnico). In the US, very little changed in the world of theater horn speakers, where the  Altec-Lansing  Voice of the Theatre series, based on the work of John Hilliard and Jim Lansing, dominated the market for more than 30 years.

In the world of American home audio of the ’50’s—and for that matter, all the way to the new millennium—the name most closely associated with horn speakers was that of Paul Wilbur Klipsch. Klipsch formed his tiny company Klipsch & Associates  in 1946—he was the only employee until 1948, and made every speaker by hand until then. Klipsch’s base of operations, Hope, Arkansas, later became better known as the birthplace of President Bill Clinton.

Klipsch’s most famous creation was a folded corner horn loudspeaker which became known as the Klipschorn. All through the ’50’s, however, dozens of US manufacturers licensed Klipsch patents for folded horn enclosures, and hobbyist publications were filled with ads for “Klipsch patent horn” enclosures and kits.

 

The first page of a lengthy 1947 article describing the Klipschorn. Apologies for it being askew.

The real deal Klipschorn is still made in Hope, although most other Klipsch products are offshored (which I can’t imagine would thrill Paul, who died in 2002). The enclosures are plywood, meticulously glued and screwed together. During a visit to the factory in 1980, Paul told me, “you can’t use fiberboard—it won’t hold a screw!” That’s less true now than it used to be, thanks to the appearance of many new varieties of screw-threads—but many speaker builders would choose ply over MDF on the basis of sound quality.

But I digress.

Klipsch’s patent described a front-loaded horn, with a difference. If you look at a pair of K-horns from a listening chair, you won’t see any evidence of a woofer. The interior of the enclosure features the front of the woofer—facing the listener—firing into a void which defines a section of a horn which then folds backwards, with sound coming out from the rear, loading the corner of the room and using the walls to define the rest of the horn.  The need for corner placement obviously limits options available to users, but it it is absolutely necessary in order for the speaker to function properly, and couple to the room. During my visit to the factory, I was amused to see a full-sized anechoic chamber—with a built-in reflective corner to allow usage and testing of the K-horns.

Elsewhere, after five frequently contentious years, Jim Lansing left Altec-Lansing and founded a new company, Lansing Sound, Incorporated, in 1946. Lansing’s former partners at Altec-Lansing objected to the company name, which was then changed to James B. Lansing Sound. In 1949, Lansing killed himself, apparently distraught over business losses. The company treasurer, William Thomas took over management of the company and, following continued pressure from Altec-Lansing, changed the company name to JBL.

According to an excellent piece on the Lansing Heritage website (which is always an invaluable resource for anyone interested in the history of American audio), the popularity of the Klipsch corner horn caused JBL dealers to pressure the factory for something similar. The result was the Hartsfield, named after its designer, Bill Hartsfield. The unique appearance, noteworthy performance, and high price ($726-$735 in the mid-’50’s, or about $6700 today) put the small company on the map. The resultant Hollywood associations only served to increase the brand’s luster, and emphasize the Hartsfield as a halo product, and JBL as a provider of the best of the best.

As the ’50’s progressed, smaller speakers like the acoustic suspension designs produced by AR and KLH became commonplace, and big horn speakers became the domain of extreme hobbyists, even more than before. Audio, electronics, and home-project magazines like Popular Mechanix often featured speaker construction projects, many of which were built-in designs. An extreme example of such a project was the “Concrete Monster”, featured in Audio magazine in Audio magazine in 1954. A California homeowner basically buried a woofer in a steel drum in his yard and loaded the woofer with an exponential horn that he built out of concrete, the output going into his living room. Mid- and tweeter-horns  in the living room completed the system. Even 60+ years later, the “Monster” is still fondly remembered as a quirky example of an extreme home-built speaker system.  Finding a corner or  a spot for one big horn speaker is tough enough. With the advent of a stereo, home hi-fi enthusiasts were faced with the necessity of finding room for two big speakers. While bookshelf speakers dominated the domestic hi-fi scene, a few big boys survived into the ’60’s (and in some cases, well beyond).  Several, like the ElectroVoice Patrician and Bozak Concert Grands, were infinite baffles; among the few remaining home horn systems were the Klipschorn, the  JBL Paragon and the Altec Laguna. Rarely seen these days, the Laguna was a corner horn based upon Voice of the Theatre components. At $585 per speaker in 1962 ($1170 for a stereo pair), the Lagunas were rare birds indeed; adjusting for inflation, a pair would be over $9,500 in 2017 dollars.

While the Lagunas were only around for a few years, the Paragon was around from 1967 to 1983, and took the place of the Hartsfield as the “dream speaker” of mainstream media. In the ’50’s and ’60’s, both Altec and JBL featured styling that we would call “mid-century modern” these days, with Scandinavian-influenced  rounded, organic forms and lots and lots of wood. The king of such styling was without a doubt Arnold Wolf’s Paragon, a one-piece stereo credenza over eight feet long. Many found—as I did—that the Paragon’s appearance was more beguiling than its sound.

By the time I got into audio in the early ’70’s, horns were nowhere to be found in home hi-fis. The Klipschorn and Paragon existed in an ethereal realm of ultimate products beloved of mainstream media but very rarely seen. During the era when Quads were still revered and LS3/5A, Magnepan, and Infinity were coming on the scene, audiophiles regarded horns as obsolete: dinosaurs. The virtues of high efficiency were largely lost upon fanboys saving their pennies for the Phase Linear 700 or other high-power amplifiers.

The only areas where horns still ruled were sound reinforcement, PA systems and theater systems. The Voice of the Theatre systems laid out by Lansing and Shearer in 1945 (shown in  last issue‘s installment) just kept going and going, on to the new millennium.

But something funny happened. Starting in the late ’60’s (and possibly even earlier), a group of ardent audiophiles in Japan latched on to vintage American horns, especially those from Western Electric. By the time I read about the culture in one of Paul Messenger’s “Subjective Sounds” columns in a 1976 issue of Hi-Fi News, numerous brands of ultra-fi horns and compression drivers had sprung up in Japan, supported by makes of ultra-fi tube amps of what seemed to American sensibilities to be absurdly low output: 2A3 amps of 2 watts? Others, with fractional-watt output? In the land of mini-watts, the 7-watt WE 300B triode was the giant.

If we think of mainstream audiophiles (an oxymoron?) as “the underground”, these horn-and-triode fans were the sub-sub-basement. The culture spread to France, largely due to Jean Hiraga, and traveled outward from there. By the time the ’80’s came around, there were stirrings amongst horn-fans stateside; by the ’90’s and the arrival of some online communication, they were a pretty well-defined and extremely vocal community.

In the next issue we’ll look at the rebirth of horns in America and the rest of the world, and ponder where we are now.


Life on the Rocks

Life on the Rocks

Life on the Rocks

Paul McGowan
In a harsh environment, life thrives.

What’s Always the Most Important Component in Your System?

Jim Smith

I’ve lost count of the number of homes I’ve visited where the resident audiophile had assembled an expensive sound system from highly reviewed components. The number of these visits is easily in the high hundreds, if not in the thousands.

I’d say that a majority sounded mediocre. Honestly speaking, probably half of those could best be described as having boring sound. Maybe 25% of those could best be described as “Why do I feel better when the system is off ?”

Although there are usually several reasons for this, I only want to address the major one here. Curiously enough, it’s the one component that never gets reviewed. It’s also the component that—by a huge margin—makes the most difference in the performance of every system.

Hopefully you guessed that the most important component is your listening room. It will ALWAYS make or break the performance and the musical impact of your system.

I should clarify what I mean when I say “the room.” Most of us don’t have the luxury of selecting from several good rooms. We only have one, and it may not be wonderful. So the question becomes, how can I make my system play its very best with the room I have?

When you’ve got your system voiced properly, it’s as if your system has disappeared. I call that effect “playing the room.” Our goal is to work with the room, rather than against it.

Too many audiophiles throw money at more costly components, with little chance of achieving the full improvement potential that they seek. In other words, the performance of their system may change in some way, but rarely does the new component make the level of improvement that it could have. That’s because their system/room is obscuring the magnitude of any real differences.

Many audiophiles will stress about getting the new, latest, and greatest component, which may very well offer valid potential. However, these “improvements” are minute subtleties when compared to a possible plus-minus 6–12 dB variation in the system’s actual frequency response in the room. Plus, unwanted acoustic reflections in the room finish the job of smearing—maybe even obliterating—the fine nuances of a musical performance.

In the section on set-up in Get Better Sound, I describe a basic set-up program, beginning with the bass. FYI – there are other sources relating to set-up within your room, not just GBS.

The fact is, the bass response can vary wildly—for example, from a plus 6–8 db peak at 80 Hz, to perhaps a minus 6–8 dB dip at 40 and maybe another minus 6–8 dB dip at 160 Hz. These sorts of wildly varying bass resonances (that are due to the room dimensions, including speaker and listening seat placements) will literally SWAMP any minute differences in electronics and cables, as well as speakers.

Here’s the point I keep emphasizing—electronics, cables, and speakers are often a costly expense. Working with your existing room can be (almost) FREE.

You can get smoother response and minimize unwanted sonic reflections, all for little or no cost.

So why do audiophiles throw perfectly good money at buying some new product-of-the-month component, when they could realize far more musical satisfaction from simply allowing their room to get out of the way of their music?

IMO, it’s because they’ve never heard what their system could sound like with some careful thought and a bit of rewarding effort expended to make the most important component work WITH their system, rather than AGAINST it.

I do not want you to think that I’m against upgrading components. On the contrary, I’m all for it. But why compromise the value of an upgrade?

So add new and better components as your interest and budget allows. But hold off a bit until a basic foundation has been built to support the decision to “upgrade.” That foundation is working with the room.

Yes, there are a number of various set-up issues, many of which are room related. They are most often your primary resource for major improvements.

Getting your system to “play the room” is one of those discussions that could go on forever.   But you first need to get started.  The payoff will be years of enhanced musical involvement, and a system that will allow you to readily appreciate the value of a new component under trial.

Related to above…

A story about two identical systems with sound that varied wildly.

It must have been sometime around 2002. I was distributing the Avantgarde Acoustic loudspeakers. A few favorable write-ups had appeared about the sound of my demonstration here in Atlanta. So some audiophiles wanted to hear it for themselves.

A very nice gentleman called. He was going to be in Atlanta on business, and wondered if he could come by and listen for a few minutes.  Though I had never met him, he had called and e-mailed me in the past. Interestingly, he had essentially duplicated my system in its entirety, down to the cables and the racks.

He had bought it all secondhand. So he had no help from a knowledgeable dealer. He had asked me in earlier e-mails about the basic set-up information for the Avantgarde loudspeakers, as well as what bias I used for my tube amps, etc. I provided him with the technical information he requested.

The day of his visit finally came. After initial pleasantries, we sat down to listen in my music room for a few minutes, as he only had a brief time to visit.

We listened to one of my reference CDs that he also had at home. At the end of the first piece, he sat quietly, saying nothing. At the end of the second piece, he stood up, almost angrily, as if he was leaving.

Confused, I asked him pointedly to tell me about his reaction to the demo. Did he not like it, I wondered.

He said that he was devastated. After all, he had the same equipment that I did, and he thought his dedicated music room was probably better (most likely true, because I was simply using the bonus room over my garage).  He said, “I can’t understand why I don’t even have 25% of the sound that you do!”

I explained that I had carefully voiced the system to this particular room, and that made more difference than anything else. I suggested that he make use of the services of a particularly knowledgeable (and helpful) dealer that I knew in his area.

But he wouldn’t hear of it, because that dealer wasn’t “flexible enough” on his price. So he had spent many thousands of dollars on components and still fell short because he wouldn’t pay that local dealer $500 or so to come to his place and voice the entire system (that he had purchased elsewhere) to his room.

I heard later that he had bought even more costly electronics than I had here, and some cables that cost over twice as much as mine. And then, a few months afterwards, he e-mailed me to say that he was selling the entire system!

He had never approached the sound I had here. It was never musically satisfying. He almost made it seem as if I was the villain.

I should mention that he never bought my book, nor any other book (AFAIK) that might have helped him.

Basically, he thought if he kept throwing money at (used, but excellent) higher-end components, that technique alone would somehow magically carry him to musical nirvana. But he never understood, even when it was demonstrated to him, that voicing the system to the most important component—the room—was the foundational path to satisfaction.

So, did he save money by looking for sharp deals on high quality used components? In his case, the answer is a resounding NO. He actually wasted his money by not addressing the most important (and probably least expensive) aspect.

You can also read Jim’s work at his website, www.getbettersound.com .


Lute!

Anne E. Johnson

One of the defining factors of High Baroque music is the explosion in the number of instrumental pieces being composed. It’s easy to think of the 17th century and earlier as a time when vocal music like madrigals and Masses was the important stuff, with the occasional traveling lute-player passing through town to amuse folks. Acually, there was a ton of music for instrumentalists to play – it’s just that the pieces were short, and composers didn’t much care which instrument you used.

Lutes were popular because they were portable, easy to get some kind of sound out of (as with guitars today, I imagine there were a lot of really terrible lute-players back then because they thought it was an “easy” instrument), and they could handle polyphony. Those madrigals that courtly types were so fond of required multiple people to sing, but only one skilled lutenist to play all the parts. Instrumental music was, of course, needed for dances as well. And then there were the short works that today we’d call “absolute music,” music for its own sake.

Il Barbarino (Arcana) is a new album by German lutenist Paul Kieffer. It’s a study in typical types of pieces lutes were used for in the 16th and 17th century, before the heyday of multi-length instrumental compositions. For a few pieces, Kieffer uses viola da mano, also known as a vihuela, which is a guitar-like instrument.

Several tracks have only the name “Fantasia,” and most of those are by Fabrizio Dentice (1539-1581). The word “Fantasia” in its various forms (fantasy, fancy, phantasie)–and whether it’s in a musical context, or sexual, or related to elves and dragons–invokes wildness and the extraordinary and unpredictable. Renaissance fantasias were pieces that either were actually improvised or were meant to sound like they were. That’s why it’s disappointing that Kieffer’s playing is so… careful.

His technique can best be described as quite accurate, but it’s not always musical, and certainly not emotional. The complex lines of polyphony come through clearly, yes, but overall the motion tends to be plodding and robotic. I don’t know about you, but that’s not my idea of fantasy:

 

The playing is more supple for “Da poi che vidi vostra falsa fede” by Palestrina. That work represents another common category of instrumental music in the 16th and early 17th century—arrangements of vocal works. Before Palestrina became the poster boy for the Counter Reformation and the model for perfect sacred music, he was a typical composer of his time. He wrote secular madrigals and songs like everybody else.

 

The majority of the 24 tracks are in genres related to fantasia – pieces with an improvised feeling – such as ricercars, toccatas, and folias. Kieffer’s sound is pleasant, but rhythmically too conservative. I’m never convinced that he’s trying to make us believe each phrase is off the top of his head.

It’s useful to compare the young Kieffer’s playing of the fantasia family with that of a veteran in the lute scene. At 63, British lute virtuoso Nigel North has lived long enough to understand the unpredictability of life, love, and harmonic progressions. (He’s also done in-depth study of pre-Baroque style; I became a fan when he was the lute and theorbo [“a plucked string instrument of the lute family, with an extended neck and a second pegbox ” says Wikipedia—Ed.] player for the terrific trio Romanesca in the 1990s.)

In this performance of a fantasia by Francesco da Milano (1497-1543), notice how the phrases flow, and there is subtle rubato on certain notes, not only shaping phrases as statements in conversation, but almost as if North were trying to decide where to take the music next. He’s not deciding – this is a fully written-out piece – but the fantasy style requires that ruse.

 

Another lutenist who has tried his hand at these sorts of pieces, Lutz Kirchhof wins for most intriguing album title: Music for Witches and Alchemists (Sony; the 2000 release is out of print but still easily available both as CD and streaming). Considering that provocative title, let’s see how Kirchhof does with a fantasia. This one is by Luis de Milán (1500-1561):

 

I’d place this performance somewhere between Kieffer’s mechanical precision and North’s fluidity.

Dance music was perhaps the most common use of instruments in Europe before the High Baroque. Compared to the fantasia family, most early-baroque dances were staid and controlled. But there were exceptions, including the tarantella. The title of the one Kirchhof plays by Athanasius Kircher (1602-1680) explains exactly what it is: “Musical Cure against the Poison of the Tarantula.” Notice how it pick up speed, phrase by phrase. By the end, you should be whirling so fast that the poison will fly from your pores. Kirchhof doesn’t take it quite to that level, but he gives it a good try:

 

The association of lutes with fantasy is not limited to 400-year-old compositions. Medieval Celtic Folk Lute Fantasy of Magic Gothic Castle is a self-published album by the lutenist Andrei Krylov, who recorded it with guitarist Lana Ross. In this case, “fantasy” is used in the literary sense; this music is technically “filking,” or the creation of folk-like pieces inspired by ideas from speculative fiction. Enter the dragons and elves!

Magic Gothic Castle features 9-string lute, with Ross playing classical guitar on many of the 49 tracks. (49 tracks is what happens when there’s nobody but the musicians in charge of production.) Their provenance is unclear, but they are certainly folk-influenced, and some seem to have roots in the late medieval and Renaissance polyphonic lute traditions. Krylov writes that he and Ross recorded the album in “Ancient Monasteries, Caves, Castles, in the darkness of Night, under the full Moon, under the last rays of the Sun, with the help from the voices of Medieval messengers, songs of Gothic bards and dances of the shadows of the Past.” If that’s not lit-inspired fantasy, I don’t know what is.

Here’s a track called “Gothic Fantasy”:

 

It’s not as polished as the playing of Kieffer, North, or Kirchhof, and the polyphony isn’t as complex as the works of Fabrizio Dentice. Yet the rousing, rough-edged sound is what makes Krylov’s music “authentic” in a certain way. Maybe it steals from existing tunes, maybe it mixes in his own ideas. But it evokes a particular time, and it serves as an escape. A fantasy. No duke tossing silver ducats at his court lutenist ever demanded less.


Southern Rock and The Allman Brothers: The ReRebirth of the Blues

WL Woodward

In March 1971 the Allman Brothers started a three day gig at Bill Graham’s Fillmore East with Mountain opening, then the Bros., and headlined by Johnny Winter And.  I did a Copper column a few months ago on Felix Pappalardi from Mountain and an intrepid reader who was going to college in Connecticut in 1971 wrote to tell us he had attended the last of these performances on Sunday.  Apparently Bill Graham was so impressed with the performances by The Allman Brothers on Friday and Saturday that he switched acts and made the Bros. the headliner on Sunday.  Johnny Winter was more than a little ticked off.  He responded as a boy from Texas would, and pulled a Jerry Lee Lewis who in the 50’s had a similar thing happen on one of those multiple act tours with Little Richard.  Little Richard’s “Tutti Frutti” had just gone number 1.

Jerry Lee, the tour headliner, was told on one particular evening he was playing before Little Richard who would headline.  Jerry Lee ended his set with ”Great Balls of Fire”, one of his crowd favorites where he danced on the keys, played standing up, and generally tore up the song.  That night he ended by pouring gasoline on the piano and setting it on fire.  He stalked off the stage, passed Little Richard, and said, “Follow that!”

Winter didn’t actually set anything on fire, but came close with a set that brought the house down.  Followed by the Allmans on a live set that has been immortalized on arguably the best live recording of any rock performance anytime anywhere.  Live at Fillmore East.  My only regret is they didn’t record Johnny’s set.  Cannot imagine being there that night, and I know a guy who was.  And he went there to see Mountain!  Wow.

 

As Jimmy Johnson, guitarist for the original Muscle Shoals rhythm section said here, Southern Rock was born down there in Alabama after Duane discovered the bottle slide and talked his way into Rick Hall’s studio.

But this is more than a story about a guy learning a new skill.  It’s about one of the early air bands in 1972 Connecticut.

Air bands have always had their detractors.  After all there’s a million out there with no equipment needs or visible skills.  And there are none you can point to as an influence.  But if you have just the right group of guys and one has a bag of herb, magic can ensue.  Oh, and one guy who knows how to roll.  Got to have that guy.

I was part of one the most well-known air bands on Ash Drive.  We had signature songs and we all played different instruments based on how much one had absorbed from listening to these tunes more than 86 times.  Depending on the mix of people we could do the entire Thick As A Brick album.   We did a rendition tracking with ”Soul Sacrifice” played by Santana at Woodstock in August 1969 which caused quite a stir among the 7 or 8 people we knew,  mostly because frankly I nailed the drum parts.  It was impressive, unless you were a real drummer sitting there going “hey wait a minute..”  But that was one of the rules of air bands.  No one can actually know the instrument.  Who needs that shit.  We’re creating here.

Our best tune was “You Don’t Love Me”, the 20 minute live and full album side version from “Allman Brothers Live at Fillmore East”.  We were known from Ash Drive to one block right behind our house on Denslow St. west two blocks to Old County Rd.  Then there a few houses north and then east skipping most of the houses on our street except these two weird guys at the corner who lived together and said they were ‘professional bowlers’.  I didn’t find out what that meant until I went to college.

This particular afternoon we were on stage in my bedroom on the second story of a Cape Cod stylehome.  Mom worked the evening shift as a waitress so the proverbial studio red light was on.  We were 12 minutes into the song and Skins was tracking Duane’s solo beautifully, when in the middle of the track we heard my little brother add a vocal.

“Mom’s Home!”

Now.  If this had happened to Duane Allman when he was 16, history might have been altered.  Instead it was happening to us and we knew there was no time for timidity.  First order of business was getting rid of the ashtrays full of cigarette butts and roaches.  Second order was to finish the song.  Everyone knew their role.  In charge of ashtray content disposal was Bob Monaghan and Ray Perlioni.  Because I was actually playing I had no supervisory role, which became critical because Bob and Ray, knowing time was crucial, took the expedient route and just tossed the full ashtrays out of my bedroom window.  Which happened to be just above the back door and my mother.

I spent a number of years trying to explain this incident to Mom to no avail.  What she could not understand was how much this music was affecting, infecting, dissecting, and resurrecting our generation.  This is more than a story about one of the early air bands in CT.  It’s about a band that took the blues and reformed it into a new world.

An early part of our generation had experienced the Rolling Stones, Cream de la Eric Clapton, John Mayall, Dylan, Hendrix and many others who in the late 60’s resurrected the blues and sealed B.B. King’s tour schedule success forever.  Duane Allman steeped himself in that whole movement, and as one of the Muscle Shoals Swampers learned his craft in the studio and found his muse.  He was the guy who could talk a studio full of rednecks and one black guy into covering a Beatles song.  “Hey Jude” went to number 13 on the US R&B and 23 on US Top 100 for 1969.  And started the Duane Allman buzz.

The example of “Hey Jude” is a prelude to Duane leading the world of rock into a new interpretation of blues and rock, melding them with jazz into versions of blues standards that blew up earlier interpretations and started the movement to be called Southern Rock.  Bands like Marshall Tucker Band, Elvin Bishop Band, Little Feat, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Wings ( OK that last was just to see if you were still awake) came out and kept pushing the genre.  But the best was the first.  The Allman Brothers gave homage to the original writers of the tunes they were playing and then ripped the shit up, put it in a bottle, called the genie, then once the genie emerged punched him in the gut with long but incredibly well organized jams revolving around the theme of the original but using arrangements reminiscent of Fletch Henderson and always returning to the magic of the muse.  Fantastic stuff, but unfortunately the innovation was fairly short lived.

Duane died in a motorcycle accident in October 1971, age 24, 7 months after that Live at Fillmore East gig and 3 months after the album’s release, listed by Rolling Stone as the greatest live rock LP and there is no one close.  Toy Caldwell, guitar player extraordinaire for Marshall Tucker, died in 1973, same year his song “Can’t You See” was released with their debut album.  Lynryd Skynryd seemed to be around forever but a plane crash in 1977 took out key players.  Lowell George, the tortured leader, primary songwriter, and premium slide player of Little Feat died in June 1979.

The whole genre bloomed and wilted in less than a decade.  But the muse was so powerful bands like Allman Bros, Marshall Tucker, Little Feat, Blackfoot, Molly Hatchet, and Son Of Lynryd Skynryd still play to happy crowds, joined by folks like Black Crowes, Gov’t Mule, Widespread Panic and the Derek Trucks Band (WITH Susan Tedeschi) that do carry the muse with them.

I’ve heard music by all these guys, and have been impressed so many times especially by Trucks and the boys.  Duane Allman once said that if you really wanted to play great guitar you needed to spend a summer listening to Miles’ “Kind of Blue”.  And I believe he did just that.

The only cut I will put in here is a Willie Cobbs song “You Don’t Love Me” from that Fillmore East concert.  Now if any of you audiophiles have lasted until this sentence I will say I do my best to listen to your recommendations of classical, Gregorian, folk, etc. to try and get what you’re talking about.  So I’m cashing in favors, and for your own good.  Please sit down, crank this up, and listen all the way to the glorious end.  You will thank me later.

By the way, that’s Duane’s 22 year old brother Gregg on Hammond B3 and vocals.  We just lost him last month.  But that voice.  Shiver me timbers.


Long Island, Part 2

Jay Jay French

The following Monday morning after the delivery and installation of the $100k system that was used just to listen to Grateful Dead live bootleg cassettes and burned CD’s (referred to in my previous article),  I returned to the store and told the general manager of my reactions and observations in the latest example of high-end audio vanity purchases.

It had become clear to me pretty early on that the well-heeled customers of real High End emporiums buy for other reasons then just the music.

Of course the music does sound better, much much better of course but in reality you can buy a car for $20K , a car for $50k and a car for $100k. They all share the ability of getting you from point A to point B.  It just comes down to how you want to get to point B.

Once you get past a certain point, the laws of diminishing returns starts to play a very big factor.

There is a huge difference between the ride of a $20k Honda Civic and a $50k Lexus but blindfolded one would have a hard time telling the difference (meaning, in this case, better) between the ride of the Lexus and a $100k Mercedes.

So it is with all things luxury.

In this case, while many readers of Copper are probably well -read and have a long term experience of owning High End gear, Most probably are just stunned and shell shocked as to where the prices have gone compared to what most of us thought you had to shell out in the dawning era of the high end in the mid 1960’s.

And so,  fresh from the $100k system that I delivered just to listen to Grateful Dead bootlegs, I said to the general manager that the thing that stood out the most was that the system was powered by Crown amps (clearly an old purchase by someone who really doesn’t either understand home audio or got bad advice from another dealer)  I was told that the salesman was quite aware that the buyer had Crown power amps but did not want to confuse the buyer with too much change. In other words, that $100K purchase would be step 1 when playing the “long game” with a buyer like this.

“One needs to be patient” I was told.

He continued, with great confidence “When the time is right, a big (meaning expensive) amp sale will happen”.

And, just like he predicted, about a month later, the wife of the buyer frantically called to tell the salesman the the housekeeper (while vacuuming) knocked over one of the speaker columns and cracked the wooden base of one of the towers.

“Please tell me it can be fixed”, she said. He is away on business for a few days and it needed to be fixed before he returned.

The salesman then said “We can send down a master woodworker to do the repair but if you really want to make your husband happy, you should surprise him with the perfect amplifier to finish the system”

“How much are they?” said the wife.

The salesman enthusiastically told her that the amps are matching Levinson 33 Mono block towers (the latest & greatest) and only cost $35K for the pair.

He continued “They will look great next to the speakers and he will never notice if the speaker ever fell over and I can get the my woodworker and the amps down immediately as they just happen to be in stock!”

“Great she replied, send them down!”

Wow…I thought.  Brilliant and he was so right!

Another great lesson in luxury retail:

As long as the client has money, it’s all in the timing!


Wild About Harry (Pearson)

Wild About Harry (Pearson)

Wild About Harry (Pearson)

Dan Schwartz

Some time ago, I wrote, first for Paul McGowan, and re-published in PFO a couple years ago, about why I left The Absolute Sound.  But I didn’t really write about Harry Pearson. Many folks have opined on him in the last few years, and not all good.

He was a controversial man — loved, hated, commanding both loyalty and derision and seemingly wielding great power in the high-end business. He enjoyed that people perceived that of him, no question. But he also found it absurd. And that he found it absurd – that’s where my friendship with him found one of its greatest pleasures.

I met him in 1987, on a visit to Sea Cliff to talk with Sallie Reynolds. Michael Fremer called him at my request to see if we could come to the house. We were given a gruff response, so typical of Harry. But when we got there, after three or four hours, Fremer had to tear us away, insisting that Harry said we could have fifteen minutes. Harry made what I thought was a statement meant to be disarming: “Who knew your friend was so charming?” Flattery, I thought…

But it turns out he meant it. I was, more or less instantly, accepted in to his family, such as it was. He had very powerful instincts, whether for good or ill. I did my best to be true to that acceptance. And once you were in, you were IN.

I assume others have written about his writing, but I do want to convey one thing he said to me that I found to be utterly true of that writing: Harry could tell you how something sounded. Think about that, for a moment or more. His descriptive powers were that good when he was firing on all cylinders. Most of us are failing at that all the time.

On his first visit to LA after we met, he took me to a great Japanese restaurant near where I lived. And when he came out next, he, Kevin Voecks and I went to that chef’s new place. And I’ve been going there ever since, nearly 30 years.

The list of people I know because of Harry, it’s sort of immense. My entire audio system was built by people that I met through him (sometimes in his guise as HP) — either first hand or second hand. Paul McGowan and I know each other because of Harry. I found that if someone was liked and trusted by Harry — really trusted — that was good enough. He was, more than a collector of great audio, a collector of great friends with similar passions. Anyone who shared one of those passions was invited into as many of them as one could handle: not just audio, but concert going, photography, food and drink especially — and into that ever-widening circle of friends.

I’m not sure whether this creation of “HP” was a deliberate act or his apparent separation of himself into two personas is something that just evolved, more or less naturally. I certainly wasn’t aware of it at all in my early years of knowing him. But he seemed to take a delight in the fact; that there was a public, almost-legendary persona, which he and his friends could talk about, sometimes with humor, as a separate being; a bit of the recognition, even in the high end, of the unreality of notoriety.

He was, of course, a man of great contradictions. He could be utterly infuriating, and when he was that, I kept my distance (I assume this is true of his other friends too). I have a few friends that I met through him that I think will never forgive him for some transgression or another. I understand. But that’s not me. Life is too short; people are too imperfect.

He was, when we were together, unfailingly kind. He attempted to live his life absolutely according to his own rules — and for the most part, he succeeded. As I said in that earlier piece, for the better part of twenty years, he was the “Pop” in “Harry and Sallie’s Mom & Pop Audio Magazine” to me, giving me a true friendship as well as a platform, and bringing in to my life so many other true friends and good things.

I remember him only fondly, in my heart of hearts, and with some eternal gratitude.

[I didn’t know Harry as well as Dan, Paul, or  dozens of others in the biz did, but interactions with him were always memorable. Through the years our relationship shifted from that of an annoying minion (me, obviously) seeking the return of a long-overdue review sample from the King (Harry—obviously!) to almost-peers.  Almost. Harry’s interest in/obsession with astrology is well-known—aware that I was a Gemini, Harry begin every conversation with, “Leebens, which one am I talking to?“—meaning the “nice” twin or the “evil” one. If I were impatient with the ruse (as I often was), I’d say, “the evil one, Harry, so don’t f— with me.”

Harry was a joy, Harry was a pain. Harry was an original whose influence on the audio world, both good and bad, cannot be overstated. I’m glad I knew him, and I wish I’d known him better. —Ed.]


Long Island, Part 2

Jay Jay French
The following Monday morning after the delivery and installation of the $100k system that was used just to listen to Grateful Dead live bootleg cassettes and burned CD’s (referred to in my previous article), I returned to the store and told the general manager of my reactions and observations in the latest example of high-end audio vanity purchases. It had become clear to me pretty early on that the well-heeled customers of real High End emporiums buy for other reasons then just the music. Of course the music does sound better, much much better of course but in reality you can buy a car for $20K , a car for $50k and a car for $100k. They all share the ability of getting you from point A to point B. It just comes down to how you want to get to point B. Once you get past a certain point, the laws of diminishing returns starts to play a very big factor. There is a huge difference between the ride of a $20k Honda Civic and a $50k Lexus but blindfolded one would have a hard time telling the difference (meaning, in this case, better) between the ride of the Lexus and a $100k Mercedes. So it is with all things luxury. In this case, while many readers of Copper are probably well -read and have a long term experience of owning High End gear, Most probably are just stunned and shell shocked as to where the prices have gone compared to what most of us thought you had to shell out in the dawning era of the high end in the mid 1960’s. And so, fresh from the $100k system that I delivered just to listen to Grateful Dead bootlegs, I said to the general manager that the thing that stood out the most was that the system was powered by Crown amps (clearly an old purchase by someone who really doesn’t either understand home audio or got bad advice from another dealer) I was told that the salesman was quite aware that the buyer had Crown power amps but did not want to confuse the buyer with too much change. In other words, that $100K purchase would be step 1 when playing the “long game” with a buyer like this. “One needs to be patient” I was told. He continued, with great confidence "When the time is right, a big (meaning expensive) amp sale will happen". And, just like he predicted, about a month later, the wife of the buyer frantically called to tell the salesman the the housekeeper (while vacuuming) knocked over one of the speaker columns and cracked the wooden base of one of the towers. “Please tell me it can be fixed”, she said. He is away on business for a few days and it needed to be fixed before he returned. The salesman then said “We can send down a master woodworker to do the repair but if you really want to make your husband happy, you should surprise him with the perfect amplifier to finish the system” “How much are they?” said the wife. The salesman enthusiastically told her that the amps are matching Levinson 33 Mono block towers (the latest & greatest) and only cost $35K for the pair. He continued “They will look great next to the speakers and he will never notice if the speaker ever fell over and I can get the my woodworker and the amps down immediately as they just happen to be in stock!” “Great she replied, send them down!” Wow...I thought. Brilliant and he was so right! Another great lesson in luxury retail: As long as the client has money, it’s all in the timing!

Why Moore's Law Should Blow Your Mind

Richard Murison

Most of you will be familiar with Moore’s Law, formulated by Gordon E. Moore, the founder of Intel, waaaaay back in 1965.  Imagine, if you can, the state of electronics components technology back then.  Integrated circuits were in their infancy, and very few people today would look at the first-ever 1961 Fairchild IC and recognize it as such.  In 1965, commercial ICs comprised up to a few hundred transistors.  That was the state-of-the-art when Moore formulated his law which states that the number of transistors in an IC will double every two years.  Considering the infancy of the industry at the time Moore made his prediction, it is astonishing that his law continues to hold up.  Today, the biggest commercial ICs have transistor counts in the billions.

Also, every ten years or so, sage observers can be counted on to pronounce that Moore’s Law is bound to slow down over the coming decade due to [fill-in-the-blanks] technology limitations.  I can recall at least two such major movements, one in the early 1990’s, and again about 10 years later.  The movers and shakers in the global electronics industry, however, continue to base their long-range planning on the inexorable progress of Moore’s Law, which continues to hold up remarkably well.

A couple of years back I attended a profoundly illuminating talk given by John La Grou, CEO of Millennia Media.  John showed how Moore’s law extends to a number of core technologies that relate to the electronics industry, and touched on the mechanisms that underly these developments.  However, what was most impressive was how he expressed the dry concepts such as transistor counts in more meaningful terms.  The one which particularly caught my attention was a chart that expressed the related growth in computer power.  Its Y-axis has units expressed as brainpower of a flea, the brainpower of a rat, the brainpower of a human, and the combined brainpower of all humans on earth.  In his chart, today’s CPU has slightly more than the brainpower of a rat, but falls massively short of the brainpower of a human.  However, by 2050, which will be within the lifetimes of many of you reading this, your average computer workstation will be powered by something approaching the combined brainpower of every human being on earth.

I wonder if, back in 1965, Gordon Moore ever paused to imagine the practical consequences of his law.  I wonder if he contemplated the possibility of having a 2014 Mac Pro on his office desk, a computer possessed of processing power equivalent to the sum total of every computer ever built up to the time Apple introduced their first ever PC.  Now Moore was a smart guy, so I’m sure he did the math, but if he did, I wonder if he ever asked himself what a person might actually DO with such a thing.  He must have done, but posterity doesn’t record his conclusions.  In the same way, I wonder what a person might do in 2050 with a computer having at its disposal the combined brainpower of every human being on the planet.  Posterity is not likely to record my conclusions either.  But John La Grou has given a lot of thought to these matters, and he stood before us to discuss them.

La Grou’s talk focused on audio-related applications.  In particular he talked about what he referred to as immersive applications.  In effect, wearable technology that would immerse the wearer in a virtual world of video and audio content.  Specifically for the audience at hand, he foresaw recording studio technology being driven by VR in directions that evoked the Sci-Fi movie Minority Report.  You want more channels in your mixing desk? … with a hand gesture you just swipe them in!  He was very clear indeed that the technology roadmaps being followed by the industry would bring about the ability to achieve those goals within a remarkably short period of time.  And indeed, such tools are in the well advanced stages of active development.

La Grou talked about 3D video technology with resolution indistinguishable from reality, and audio content to match.  He was very clear that he did not think he was stretching the truth in any way to make these projections, and expressed a personal conviction that these things would actually come to fruition quite a lot faster than the already aggressive timescales he was presenting to the audience.  He showed some really cool video footage of unsuspecting subjects trying out Occulus Rift virtual reality headsets (by coincidence, the acquisition of Occulus Rift by FaceBook was announced on the very day of his talk).  I won’t attempt to describe it, but we watched people who could no longer stand upright.  La Grou has tried the Occulus Rift himself and spoke of its alarmingly convincing immersive experience.

At the start of La Grou’s talk, he played what he described as the first ever audio recording, made by a Frenchman some 30 years before Edison.  Using an approach similar to Edison’s, this recording was made by a needle which scratched the captured waveform on a moving piece of inked paper.  This recording was made without the expectation that it would ever be replayed; in fact the object was never to listen to the recorded sound, but rather to examine the resultant waveforms under a microscope.  But today, by digitizing the images, we can easily replay that recording, more than 150 years after the fact.  And when you do so, you can hear the Frenchman humming rather tunelessly over a colossal background noise level.  One imagines he never rehearsed his performance, or even paused to consider what he might attempt to record for that momentous occasion.  Consequently, history’s first ever recorded sound is a man humming tunelessly.

At the end of La Grou’s talk we watched the results of an experiment where researchers were imaging the brains of subjects while they were watching movies and other visual stimuli.  They confined themselves to imaging only the visual cortex.  In doing so, they could find no observable pattern in how particular images caused the various regions within the cortex to illuminate.  But today’s computers being the powerful things they are (i.e. smarter than the average rat), they let the computer attempt to correlate the images being observed with the patterns being produced using AI (Artificial Intelligence) techniques.  If I understand correctly, they then showed the subjects some quite unrelated images, and asked the computer to come up with a best guess for what the subject was seeing, based on the correlations previously established.  There is no doubt that the images produced by the computer corresponded remarkably well with the images that the subject was looking at.  In fact, the computer made as good a reproduction of the image that the subject was looking at as the playback of the 150-year old French recording did of the original tuneless hum.

I couldn’t help but think that it will be something less than – quite a lot less than – 150 years before this kind of technology advances to a practically useful level, one with literally mind-bending ramifications.  Already, researchers have imaged the brains of rats, while they (the rats, that is, not the researchers …) were learning to find their way through a maze.  Then, later, while the rats were sleeping, they clearly demonstrated that the rats’ brains were replaying their routes through the maze while they were dreaming.  In other words, this technology has already moved beyond the demonstration stage to the first stabs at deployment as a behavioral research tool.  Amazing, really.

And no sooner had I written the above, than I came across something even more remarkable.  Researchers doing work with rhesus macaque monkeys (which, apparently, have a capacity similar to humans to recognize faces) measured activity from various brain locations while the monkey was shown photographs of different human faces.  From these observations they were able to make some key determinations of how specific facial features register in the monkey’s brain.  Consequently, they are able to reconstruct a face that the monkey is seeing by monitoring the electrical activity of only 205 neurons in the monkey’s brain.  Below left is an actual facial image that was shown to the monkey, and on the right is a facial image reconstructed from the brain measurements.  Pretty darned incredible.