Mark Levinson is the epitome of analytical. One time I was listening to a record that seemed almost perfect at first, but yet within minutes I was sick and tired and uncomfortable and really did not want to continue listening at all. This fascinated me. Why? What was wrong? So I kept listening. Very neutral. A little too bright or etched but no more so than a lot of others. Incredibly detailed, usually a good thing. After a while my mind landed on, "sterile". Like everything was there, only with all the life sucked out of it.
Which I think is the true meaning of analytical. Everything there, only with all the life sucked out of it. Like if you analyze a rose, you get all the cellular and molecular structure, everything but the rose. Like that.
Okay. So once I figured that out, that is quite enough of this record (Jacintha, Autumn Leaves) and back to the shelf it went, where it has rested for years, never played, kept around only in case someone wants a demo of everything wrong with solid state.
What does this have to do with Mark Levinson, you ask? Before putting it away I had a look through the liner notes. Recorded and mastered exclusively on Mark Levinson electronics. So there you go.
Which I think is the true meaning of analytical. Everything there, only with all the life sucked out of it. Like if you analyze a rose, you get all the cellular and molecular structure, everything but the rose. Like that.
Okay. So once I figured that out, that is quite enough of this record (Jacintha, Autumn Leaves) and back to the shelf it went, where it has rested for years, never played, kept around only in case someone wants a demo of everything wrong with solid state.
What does this have to do with Mark Levinson, you ask? Before putting it away I had a look through the liner notes. Recorded and mastered exclusively on Mark Levinson electronics. So there you go.