Samplerate Mythen: Harry Nyquist und die Mathemathik

In their heyday, researchers at Bell Labs earned 7 Nobel Prizes in total, and in 1960, the IEEE gave their “Medal of Honor” to Harry Nyquist, who had researched there for almost 40 years.

Back in the 1920s, the Yale graduate had worked on an early version of the fax machine. By 1947, he had made his most lasting contribution: a mathematical proof that showed any sound wave could be perfectly re-created so long as it was limited in bandwidth and sampled at a rate more than twice its own frequency.

Justin Colletti, Trust Me I'm a Scientist

Das Essay räumt gründlich auf mit einigen Mißverständnissen, denen zufolge hochauflösendes Audio (Samplerates mit 96kHz, 192kHz, oder womöglich noch mehr; Stichwort: DSD) „besser” sei, als das Standard-CD-Format mit 44.1kHz / 16Bit.

Der im Text vertretene Standpunkt ist keine Einzelmeinung, sondern vertritt den derzeitigen Stand der Wissenschaft; vergleiche zB. hier:

Articles last month revealed that musician Neil Young and Apple's Steve Jobs discussed offering digital music downloads of 'uncompromised studio quality'. Much of the press and user commentary was particularly enthusiastic about the prospect of uncompressed 24 bit 192kHz downloads. 24/192 featured prominently in my own conversations with Mr. Young's group several months ago.

Unfortunately, there is no point to distributing music in 24-bit/192kHz format. Its playback fidelity is slightly inferior to 16/44.1 or 16/48, and it takes up 6 times the space.

Monty, xiph.org (Hervorhebung von mir)


Child Of My Time

[Version: 0.9]

My hometown is surrounded by a city wall,
bound to a sphere dim-witted and small.
It's a place called modern times,
which was a good place betimes.


I'm a child of my time,
bound by rules that aren't mine,
mother history teaches me what's true,
father zeitgeist commands me what to do.


The world is on a mad doctor's spin,
the black hats are about to win.
I'm not wearing white either, though,
I play my role in that all-embracing show.

My hat is well-fitting and gray,
I want a living, which means to stay
mingling with the bad guys,
becoming part of their lies.

The world is covered by a translucent sheet,
it carries more weight than you'll ever concede,
people fight it, but no one ever wins,
it's a sheet made of our fathers' sins.

Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael Michaelis: Vocals, Guitars, Piano, Bass, Cymbals & HiHat, Percussion, Wave Drum (Snare, Bongos), Drum Programming (Karimba, Bass Drum, Toms).

Recorded and edited proudly using Cubase.

[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2016]


Songtext - Angelus Novus

There is an angel, a storm blowing into her face,
a storm coming from the past at disturbing pace,
she's bowed down in mourning sorrow,
'cause all she wants is to turn around, to catch a sight of tomorrow.

That angel is falling thru time,
(same destiny as yours or mine,)
all she wants is to look ahead,
all she sees are the ashes of the past instead.

(“Angelus Novus” is the title of a painting by Paul Klee. My verses “translate” some remarks of Walter Benjamin regarding that picture. The summary in the Wikipedia (german) is pretty comprehensive.)



[Version: 0.9.3]

Things are good when they come,
they're different when they're done.

Things may look like children's play,
they become hard work when they stay.

Things wide open in space,
a scenery you cannot trace.


Living in the now and here,
past and future, the mind swept clear.
It's a one way road, no U-turn anywhere,
no matter what, you're gonna go from here to there.

Searching for a home, another Itaca,
traveling thousands miles thru Africa.


People looking scared and unsure,
there might be more beauty than you can endure.

People on the brink of death,
standing up and keep on going nevertheless

People's life in poverty,
The few they have, they share it equally.


Living in the now and here,
Let things and people stay the way they are,
traveling thousands miles thru Africa.

Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael Michaelis: Vocals, Accustic & Electric Guitars, Piano, Bass, Cymbals & HiHat, Percussion, Drum Programming (Bass Drum, Snare, Toms).

Recorded and edited proudly using Cubase.

Dedicated to my fellow travelers, Cape Town - Johannesburg, 4.800km, 11.9. - 4.10.2015

[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2016]


[Version: 0.991]

Back those days I used to knock at your door,
never worried you won't open up anymore.
I used to wave my goodbyes every now and then,
wish I could do that again.

I always had my own ways and means,
we didn't shared the same kind of dreams,
our lives were linked in some twisted ways,
but that was then, back in the days.

If we'd run into each other now,
we'd be just strangers somehow,
we wouldn't know how to look at each other at all,
never figure why we fall.


There is a shadow all around,
echoes of a love I haven't found.
There is a face in the dark,
a faded image I can barely mark.

Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael Michaelis: Vocals, Accustic Guitars, Bass, Cymbals, Percussion, Drum Programming (Bass Drum, Toms).

Recorded and edited proudly using Cubase.

[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2016]


Songtext - Lies

I'm an honorable merchant, and all I tell is true,
the best friend I ever found is you,
give me some money for my fairy tale,
'cause I'm poor and have nothing but my lies on sale.


Everybody lies
just as well as everybody dies.
But it's not a lie if truth would kill,
but even so remains an empty space a liar cannot fill.


I'll tell you stories of a better future for us all,
I'll lead you there if you make the call,
voice your wishes and I tell you every lie,
'cause I want that power, your applause as alibi.

I love you is what I want you to believe,
I make a vow I'll never leave,
I know it better since you're not my first,
but you'd lie the same if the roles would be reversed.

[Written tonight in my Riad in Marrakech. The first verse has a subtitle: "The Merchant In The Souks"]

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