It is, however, the basis of all my life in music. It is what attaches me both to the piano and to a cappella singing. Yet I recalled yesterday that, in my early 20's, I lacked a vocabulary to talk about it. I would have loved to say what it was about Horszowski's piano playing that mesmerized me. No words. Not a clue.
I think it is because the music world is beholden to the commercial recording industry which has done its utmost to destroy sound by over-processing it, canning it to the point where it cannot be discerned, where all we have are objects, literally: Pieces of music, rather than music.