Geoffrey O’Brien, Sonata for Jukebox: An Autobiography of My Ears

The age of recording is necessarily an age of nostalgia–when was the past so hauntingly accessible?–but its bitterest insight is the incapacity of even the most perfectly captured sound to restore the moment of its first inscribing. That world is no longer there.

Geoffrey O’Brien, Sonata for Jukebox: An Autobiography of My Ears

The age of recording is necessarily an age of nostalgia–when was the past so hauntingly accessible?–but its bitterest insight is the incapacity of even the most perfectly captured sound to restore the moment of its first inscribing. That world is no longer there.

Geoffrey O’Brien, Sonata for Jukebox: An Autobiography of My Ears

The age of recording is necessarily an age of nostalgia–when was the past so hauntingly accessible?–but its bitterest insight is the incapacity of even the most perfectly captured sound to restore the moment of its first inscribing. That world is no longer there.