For all you guitar-playing calculator-toting nerd-rock types out there… or really, for anyone who cares… or, for that matter, who doesn’t… here is the best explanation I have ever read for how sound/music – a guitar, specifically – works.
Most(not all, with the advent of CMI’s) musical instruments, and the poor bastards cursed with playing them, are integrated human controlled sound pressure transduction systems. That is, some guy stands in a room, straps on a guitar, picks up a plectrum, strikes a string(or 2 or 6), the string resonates in response to the applied mechanical energy at a frequency determined by a combination of it’s tension, it’s length, and it’s diameter(which partially facilitates it’s range of frequency vs. total tension)a pickup converts that mechanical energy into electrical current containing both frequency and amplitude, it passes down a guitar cable, into a pre-amplifier/Eq, onto an amplifier(these two are often an integrated system, as we know), and out to a speaker(or often a number of speakers in an enclosure) which excurse and create sound pressure changes at the same frequency(s) in the acoustic environ that those speakers are located in.
Those sound pressure changes contract and expand(the actual terms are compression and rarefaction) the air in the room, this energy zips into our eardrums, our eardrums resonate in sympathy and in turn convert these pulses into human electrical energy that gets loaded onto the ‘hellbound express’ and shipped right into the brain.
That’s when we go…. “Dude……YOU ROCK!!”.
Or maybe. “Doooooode…. YOU SUCK!”
Anyways.
I didn’t include a link because even the URL was somewhat vulgar, and also because it is a 79-page, 25,934-word text-file rant on how to record heavy electric guitars, which most of you probably aren’t interested in checking out. The whole mess started out as a post on a message board, grew out of control over the course of several months of questions, long recording sessions, and hallucinogens, and then went downhill from there, most likely because the writer has a tendency, much like my own, to wander aimlessly, like a unicorn through piranha infested waters. Or a top.
Oh, yeah, I didn’t even try to fix the spelling/grammar/typos.
I hope you enjoy this tidbit. I did. And if you don’t, well, doooode…