 EAR AFTER YEAR goes by, and I never cease to be fascinated by recordings of choral music—they always sound terrible!  They seldom reproduce the true choral sound with anything approaching accuracy.  I’m physically present, so I know how good it sounds; but when I go home and hear a recording I recoil in horror.  Which should I believe: My own ears, or the pocket recorder?  I ask myself again and again, without ever becoming reconciled to this bizarre phenomenon.
EAR AFTER YEAR goes by, and I never cease to be fascinated by recordings of choral music—they always sound terrible!  They seldom reproduce the true choral sound with anything approaching accuracy.  I’m physically present, so I know how good it sounds; but when I go home and hear a recording I recoil in horror.  Which should I believe: My own ears, or the pocket recorder?  I ask myself again and again, without ever becoming reconciled to this bizarre phenomenon.
Someone recorded snippets of our FSSP choir singing (28 January 2018):
The ladies singing the Gradual psalm tone was gorgeous in real life.  The “live” pocket recording sounds terrible by comparison.
Believe me. I was there.

