"Digital for storage and quickness. Analog for fatness and warmth"
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“Digital for storage and quickness. Analog for fatness and warmth” reads like a studio shorthand that accidentally becomes a worldview. Belew isn’t litigating formats as much as drawing a map of values: efficiency versus sensation, convenience versus character. The clipped, almost technical cadence mimics the decision-making of recording sessions, where choices have deadlines and budgets, and where arguing metaphysics is less useful than picking a signal chain that gets the track finished.
“Storage and quickness” is the promise of the computer age: infinite undo, instant recall, portability, frictionless distribution. It’s music as data, managed and moved. Belew’s phrasing acknowledges that this is a genuine virtue, not a sellout. You can hear the pragmatism of a working musician who needs tools that don’t fight the clock.
Then he pivots to the language of appetite: “fatness,” “warmth.” Those aren’t neutral descriptors; they’re bodily, almost edible. They point to harmonic saturation, compression, the small distortions and imperfections that make a sound feel closer to the skin. Analog becomes a proxy for intimacy, for the illusion that something living is happening in the wires.
The subtext is less “analog good, digital bad” than “we’ve optimized the pipeline and started missing the mess.” In an era when recording can be surgically clean, Belew is defending the productive smear: the coloration that signals presence, risk, and human scale. It’s a reminder that music isn’t just captured; it’s cooked.
“Storage and quickness” is the promise of the computer age: infinite undo, instant recall, portability, frictionless distribution. It’s music as data, managed and moved. Belew’s phrasing acknowledges that this is a genuine virtue, not a sellout. You can hear the pragmatism of a working musician who needs tools that don’t fight the clock.
Then he pivots to the language of appetite: “fatness,” “warmth.” Those aren’t neutral descriptors; they’re bodily, almost edible. They point to harmonic saturation, compression, the small distortions and imperfections that make a sound feel closer to the skin. Analog becomes a proxy for intimacy, for the illusion that something living is happening in the wires.
The subtext is less “analog good, digital bad” than “we’ve optimized the pipeline and started missing the mess.” In an era when recording can be surgically clean, Belew is defending the productive smear: the coloration that signals presence, risk, and human scale. It’s a reminder that music isn’t just captured; it’s cooked.
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