October 15th was a Thursday
Some inventions are so wonderful that, centuries after their discovery, we continue to find new ways of making them speak. When it was invented, the voice of a piano was so novel; a keyboard instrument that could “sing” long stretches of melody—to the ears of somebody living in the eighteenth century, the piano itself is an aberration. Using it to extract granular “pixels” of sound and recompose the consonants and song of a human voice seems both romantic and perverse. File under: we are aliens on our own world, making fireworks out of cotton balls. [via Unquiet Thoughts]
