I listen to Glenn Gould hum-humm and dee-dee-dee along to Bach like a man in a shower. (Imagine Glenn Gould in the shower. Imagine Bach in the shower. Imagine a large shower room full of musicians. And the King of Prussia. "Gentlemen, Old Bach has come.") And though I'm listening to digits, it's an exact reproduction of the hissing master.
So I remember a cylinder recording of Tennyson reciting "The Charge of the Light Brigade." No one noticed at the time, or no one had the nerve to tell the old man, but Tennyson was thumping time far too soundly for the recording. So there he is still between the thumps and the cracks. His voice roars and fades.