Stephen Mejias

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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 26, 2006 5 comments
I thought I'd really begin where I always begin: with my band's first album. As I've said before, I know this thing better than I know most anything else. From the creation of a song like "50 Bullets" — sitting on my bed and turning a simple four-note riff into a complicated and violent four-minute explosion — to the recording process, marred by uncomfortable, late-night drives from Clifton to New Brunswick where Jeff Baker fooled around with tape reels and watched lazily as we somehow came up with fourteen tracks that we could only almost perform — drunk on Budweiser and stuffed on fried chicken and tired, so damn tired — I know this thing. I know this amazing and ambitious and awful album better than I know most anything.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 25, 2006 2 comments
If we were late, we didn't care. An elevator showed us out onto a floor where people gathered round a table blanketed in champagne and wine. We made our way, and caught attention.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 24, 2006 5 comments
I spent perhaps a total of ten hours in my apartment this weekend, and for about eight of those, I was asleep. So, unfortunately, I didn't have the time to make any real comparisons. I faced no problems, however, in disconnecting the Arcam Solo and bringing the A3.5 units into my little system. It was an easy-breezy piece of Key Lime pie. I didn't even feel bad about it; the Musical Fidelity pieces are so attractive, I couldn't wait to get them going. Though the setup required merely sticking the AC cords into the appropriate sockets, making the simple connection between the integrated and CD player, and hooking up the speakers — black to black, red to red — I felt some small amount of pride for getting it all done without a hitch. Anyone could do it, really.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 23, 2006 6 comments
Funny thing about carting a $1600 amplifier down these New York City streets during the evening rush: People just don't give a crap; they'll run you over. No problem. In fact, I was almost shown to that great, big listening room in the sky by an SUV (with Jersey plates, of course) just outside Herald Square. And try getting a $1600 CD player through the PATH station turnstiles; there's no special "Hi-Fi Entrance" down there. You're left to your own devices. I employed the lift and twirl method, but only after realizing that the push and shove method wasn't going to work.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 19, 2006 17 comments
Elizabeth and I went out to Quiznos for lunch today. They make those toasted sandwiches, you know.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 19, 2006 5 comments
I accomplished a ton today, but not nearly all that I wanted. That's alright, though; I'll get more done tomorrow.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 18, 2006 9 comments
Okay, now that we've sent the March issue off to become beautiful and real, it's time to move on to the April issue.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 17, 2006 8 comments
Bluelines for the March issue are in. I was flagging an error, when JA came around and:
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 17, 2006 7 comments
I mentioned bluelines earlier.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 13, 2006 10 comments
"It's a romantic amp," he says. "Just right for you."
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 12, 2006 6 comments
Rushing to get the last bits of the March issue out the door, with just "Letters to the Editor" left to proof, and:
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 11, 2006 4 comments
I'm pretty happy with the way yesterday's entry came out, but it didn't go the way I meant it to.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 10, 2006 12 comments
Written in blue ink on the white space of pages of Fast Company magazine, while waiting for the plane, yesterday morning, at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 09, 2006 7 comments
I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, at a small brown table, with Wes Phillips. Our laptops are caught in a long embrace, staring at one another, making a sort of _/ \_
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jan 06, 2006 0 comments
There's so much for me to learn.

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