Whisky Magazine Issue 85
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Well I have entered a new era, or according to some, gone a little retro, as I took the plunge and bought an old record player. I know it may sound silly given all the advances in sound technology, however, and this has been proved several times, the sound quality of a record is second to none. With the right sound system behind it you might as well have booked the band to appear in your living room. I struggled with tapes, they were just too sensitive, and CDs were not that bad at all. The digital download delights of today are great, given that you can clean up tracks, remaster and enhance them. But do I really want this sort of sanitisation?
There is something exceptionally special about the ritual of playing records, a learnt behaviour, even a tradition. I took a copy of The Oscar Peterson Trio's Canadiana Suite out of its sleeve and that smell, a mix of cardboard, plastic liner paper and vinyl transported me right back to childhood listening to my dad's records.
It is those first few crackles. I love these moments, the quiet before the band strikes up. I just love listening to jazz this way, it is almost like it is supposed to be.
The deep throb of the bass and how it locks with the drums are usually what catch my ear first, being a bass player myself.
These are the backbone of any good band.
If you don't have the groove being created by the rhythm section it does not matter how technically gifted your guitarist or stunning the singer is.
To my mind this is how whi...