Artefacts

I often think of sound passed through analogue circuits like photos on film.

The noise floor, pitch fluctuation, harmonic distortion and tapered high frequencies.

It reminds me of that romantic, nostalgic quality that only comes with those imperfections.

It’s made me wonder why so many of us are drawn to these old mediums.

And I think it’s because these rich artefacts are great metaphors for how nothing in reality is perfect.

Which feels beautiful to me.

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