As in, I don't believe I really heard that!
Right there is the trouble with recordings: Like T.S. Eliot's roses that have the look of roses that are looked at, every sound you hear on a studio recording has been listened to, pronounced upon, and perhaps altered to make it conform to some other sound that has already been listened to, pronounced upon, etc.
Without the quality of disbelief hearing is unreal.  Without the magical questioning of the vivid transience of sound there is no music.


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