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In his impassioned "<A HREF="http://www.stereophile.com/asweseeit/397awsi">As We See It</A>" in May (Vol.20 No.5, p.3), Robert Harley pleaded that the Compact Disc is actually quite a bit better than it sounds, and requested that audiophiles focus instead on the significant improvements wrought in digital sound since its inception. Bob's point&mdash;that picking on CD's shortcomings has become a ritual bloodsport within the High End&mdash;is well taken: witness my own catty swipe at it in the first sentence. The fact is that the glaring imperfections of the first generation of digital products are now mostly distant memories. Most of us <I>do</I> derive hours of musical pleasure from our CD players and CD collections.

Just about everyone knows that a new high-quality digital audio disc, called DVD, is being developed by the world's electronics giants. What few realize, however, is how politics and corporate politics influenced the format's technical specifications. The result may be unnecessary sonic degradation for millions of music listeners.

You would have thought the hardware companies who trumpeted at the January 2006 Consumer Electronics Show that their <A HREF="http://www.stereophile.com/asweseeit/1295awsi">video DVD players</A> would be in US retailers' showrooms by September 1996 would have learned an important lesson from the bungled DAT launch almost 10 years ago: Without first getting complete agreement of the software industry on substantive issues, it's foolish to announce a firm launch date for a new medium. September came and went without DVD discs or players being available in US stores. In fact, all that happened was that the bottom fell out of sales of 12" laserdiscs and laserdisc players.

A couple of nights ago, walking down Madison Avenue, on my way home from work, I had to stop and enjoy this view.

Of the many advantages of living in NYC, Doctors has got to be one of the biggest. Many, many good, no nonsense ones to choose from, if you or your insurance can pay. Cosmic Justice. I survived HE 2007 only to fall prey to my own impatience. Instead of sliding the vegetable drawer in my refrigerator out slowly like a normal person, my tired, irritable and schmoozed out self jerked it and it jumped its track and smashed my foot. Damned apples and carrots weigh too friggin' much. After three days of denial and whistling in the graveyard about how it was gonna be fine, I finally broke down and dipped a damaged toe in the health care system. One scalpel slice later and things are looking up on the sore paw front.

Princess Bagheera gets so weary of people sticking cameras in her face.

I haven't linked to Jon Carroll lately, so here's today's column, which lays out the format for the WE musician interview. Frustratingly true.