Stephen Mejias

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Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 22, 2006  |  0 comments
Kelli's never been too happy with my orange Ikea couch. After all, she has her opinions on what a couch should be. First and foremost, obviously, a couch should be comfortable. Aiding in the comfort of a couch, Kelli tells me, are things like arms and backrests and cushions made of soft fabric. All of these things work together to provide a soothing place for resting one's head and supporting one's legs after a long, tiring day in the office. My couch, however, lacks these things. To a certain degree, I'm proud of my couch for maintaining its individuality — its unwillingness to conform to society's standards of what a couch should offer and be. My couch is a rebel.
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 21, 2006  |  0 comments
Precisely at noon, Brother Todd called to remind me. Elvis came from my cell phone, ringing singing ringing: "You were always on my mind..."
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 19, 2006  |  0 comments
Some things have led us to consider what we want — exactly, more or less, I suppose — from music. Feel free to substitute "the band," or "art," or even "life," for music. That is:
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 16, 2006  |  2 comments
"Oh, you're still here," Elizabeth said, on her way out.
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 15, 2006  |  0 comments
Alright, dammit, I give in: The new Sonic Youth album is pure beauty.
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 13, 2006  |  5 comments
Robert has asked me to review the new Sonic Youth album, Rather Ripped. You'd think I'd be thrilled about this. I would be, normally. But, so far, I find the new Sonic Youth album to be disappointing, an underachievement. Having to review the new Sonic Youth album is beginning to stress me out. Thus: this, therapy.
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 12, 2006  |  2 comments
Today is a special Monday in Stereophile land. Today is JA's birthday. Happy birthday, JA. Today is also Kristina Roman's first day with us.
Stephen Mejias  |  Jun 09, 2006  |  1 comments
Love,
Remember when we first met — standing at the bar, admiring the jukebox's warm glow? How I somehow got around to telling you about that $90,000 turntable? It almost seems silly now. The small talk of first meetings often does, I suppose, seem silly. But not ours. Nothing "silly" about it. And nothing small. I don't know what made me think I should mention it — this silly turntable — but, a day later, you'd call and leave a message saying you'd like to hear more. "Fascinating," was the word you used.

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