I’ve read that nothing compares to being in the same room as the piano through which Conlon Nancarrow’s rolls roll. Through LP, CD, video, all you get are the notes. You don’t get the vibration of the piano, the shaking of the room, the physical thunder, the glass of wine sliding toward you as in the Maxell cassette commercial.
Whatever you get or do not get from mere audiovisual documentation, this shit rapes the brain.
