@ghdprentice , as I have said before: I always appreciate your perspective and the way you present it.
Hopping back in for a listen late last night revealed a slightly harsh treble that I didn’t detect few hours prior listening to the same track.
this is interesting. Although I don't think for me it is the same thing going on as it is for you, there have been nights I have played a disc and the effect has been magical, or if not magical, at least very impacting. Then, like maybe a day or two or three or a week later I go back and I want to repeat that magical or at least impactful auditory experience with the same disc (and no changes made to the system in the mean time) and it just doesn't happen. What I heard last time is not there. It can be quite disappointing.
In other words, what brought me close to aural orgasm last time, often sounds worse the next time. It could be that the musical notes do not seem as round or as full as the last time, or that the guitar work does not float in the air in front of me quite as spectacularly as I remembered from the last time, or I am not hearing the same subtle inflection in a piece of vocal work that I swear I heard the last time, or even, as you say, I hear a harsher sounding treble than I did the last time.
I generally chalk this up to:
a) I really was NOT hearing what I THOUGHT I heard the time before
or b) the mind works in mysterious ways and I need to enjoy what sounds good to me WHEN it sounds good to me.
I didn't mean to ramble on like this when I started typing this reply, but, and this is sort of unrelated, back in the mid '90s up until 9/11 I worked in a great shop (except it was a sheet metal shop, so it was often noisy) and I kept an old boom-box type radio at my work table and I listened to what I thought was a great public radio station (WYEP 91.3) because they used to play a lot of stuff that no one else played that I had never heard before and quite often I would hear something or someone and think, "That sounds great!" So then when the weekend came, I would go to Camelot Music or The Wall and buy or order the CD, and frequently it did not impress me on my system at home the way it did on that crappy boom-box radio at my work table.
Oh well . . . lRamble On. . . .