Stephen Mejias

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Stephen Mejias Posted: May 02, 2006 2 comments
Over in the Music Room, I posted some additional thoughts on Neil Young's blaring and beautiful Living With War.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: May 02, 2006 8 comments
In offices on opposite coasts, we listened to Neil Young's powerful message, Living With War. While Jon Iverson composed his review, I came up with this.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: May 01, 2006 4 comments
Here, in this entry, I'm looking for a way to casually and intelligently — and perhaps even humorously — mention sake–soaked wood cone speakers. Because sake–soaked wood cone speakers are weird. And interesting. And funny. And that kind of weird, interesting, funny stuff needs to be pointed at and teased, wondered upon and caressed. But I will fail at being clever about it, I will throw subtlety out the window, and I will just blurt it out at the start.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 28, 2006 0 comments
Here's a video for the Rye Coalition track "Young Yellers," off their new album Curses.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 28, 2006 3 comments
"You know, Mr. Stephen, I'll be coming to you for help with my new blog," Robert warns me.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 28, 2006 0 comments
I just found this over at Donewaiting and want to share it with you. Let's listen together.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 27, 2006 1 comments
Robert Baird's office is a record shop crowded by tall stacks of many–colored jewel cases and digipaks.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 27, 2006 1 comments
Smog's A River Ain't Too Much To Love rose again and again in the earliest days of this blog. It reminded me of Nebraska and it brought me back to San Francisco, and I am a rock bottom riser and I owe it all to you.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 27, 2006 0 comments
Espers II
Drag City
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 26, 2006 0 comments
Some days just can't hold onto their hours. This day — Wednesday — has butterfingers. It feels as though only seconds ticked since I phoned Jon Iverson this morning. In fact, an entire day has gone by. People are walking out the door, saying "bye," without looking back. Meanwhile, I'd like to start from the beginning.

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