A few days ago, I removed my Nintendo Entertainment System the one I've owned since I was a young boy from my Walmart television stand the one I've owned for five years and placed it on my Target bookcase. I then unplugged the Sony DVD player, wrapped up its wires, and placed it in my bedroom closet.
I met John DeVore at last year's Consumer Electronics Show. Wes Phillips directed me: "Have you been to the DeVore Fidelity room yet?"
"Nuh-uh," I shook my head.
"You should check it out. I think John'll have some stuff that'll interest you."
"Alright," I nodded.
Music editor, Robert Baird, comes over and asks: "How’s it going, chief?"
The "chief" part I take as a compliment. This is a magazine publishing company we’re working for, after all.
"Not bad," I say, while handing him the new Silver Jews album I purchased last night: "Have you heard this yet? It’s pretty good."
"Oh yeah," he responds, "It’s great. Did you buy this?"
On our way home last night, at your request, we found shelter from the relentless rain near a bit of dancing fire. White candles melted into soft wings and waves and fingertips, beckoning us closer. We sat at the fun table beneath so many beaded chandeliers, and ordered the best drinks in all of Manhattanpineapple coconut mojitos and razzle dazzleswhich were far too strong, but perfect, nontheless. The older woman in the strange hat offered us one of her piggyback datesstuffed with almonds and wrapped in bacon, sprinkled with Cabrales bleu cheesebut we, of course, declined, and decided instead to order some of our own.