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   From: joe_f@verizon.net   
      
   Will Dockery writes:   
      
   > On Jul 7, 8:33 pm, "M. Rick" wrote:   
   >> >Getting back to this question, I know a lot of folk-styled   
   >> >musicians, and every one of them uses /pickups/ to amps for thier   
   >> >acoustic guitars. So, technically, they'd be considered   
   >> >"electric", right?   
   >>   
   >> If we don't consider the tonal and stylistic differences   
   >> (i.e. music), then anything transmitted by electricity can be   
   >> called "electric." "James Taylor, electric vocals." "Arthur   
   >> Rubinstein, electric piano."   
   >   
   > Yes, which makes the question one to be questioned.   
      
   Indeed. And, of course, it is the electromagnetic interaction that   
   makes possible the atoms of which vocal cords, guitars, etc., are   
   constituted.   
      
   However, there is a question that seems to me sensible, that I once   
   made bold to ask, and that was given a sad but plausible answer.   
   Namely, why do performers go to the trouble to set up microphones,   
   amplifiers, and all that jazz in places so small that they are not   
   needed & in fact are usually an impediment to comprehension? Again &   
   again, I have had the experience of straining to understand a singer   
   after passage thru all that machinery, and then seeing her turn to her   
   neighbor and hearing her remark with no difficulty. The answer turns   
   out to be that nobody practices without amplification, and so nobody   
   knows how to perform that way.   
      
   I have often fantasized that in some such place as Club Passim   
   (Cambridge, MA) a performer might throw the microphone away or order   
   the functionary at the mixer to turn that damn thing off. But I   
   suppose there is something in the contract to prevent that.   
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