When I was a corporate speechwriter, I wrote a speech for the head of the "research" division. He bragged that his store could track customers so accurately through their purchases that he could send targeted sales supplements to expecting parents, in some cases, <I>before</I> the wife informed her husband she was pregnant.
Yup. Of course, it's in Las Vegas—but where else <I>could</I> it be? If we're lucky, <I>Stereophilia</I> regular Buddha will give us a personal report.
There are LP collectors and then there are those <I>freakin' record lickers.</I>
Craig Robins couldn't understand why his favorite show wasn't available on DVD, but instead of carping about it, he bought the rights and released it himself. I'd consider buying a copy for that alone, but now that I know that the show in question was written by Steven Moffat, who created <I>Coupling</I>, it's a no-brainer.
Well, that's what <I>The Business</I> says. Reading the article, I suspect the answer is one we audiophiles have known all along: LPs are <I>cooler</I> than CDs and all the hip kids dig 'em. Still, it's nice to read an upbeat article on the music industry for a change.
I'm listening to Margot & the Nuclear So and So's now. They sing songs about vampires and kittens, mice and clowns. You might like them. Their story is one of poverty and despair and desolation thwarted by sudden friendship, a burst of creativity, and life on the road. It sounds familiar, but then not. They make music with trumpets and cellos and keys.
English comedy doesn't work in German—and that's no joke. Blame it on a "geographical accident."
The real horror of <I>The Da Vinci Code</I>? It's Tom Hanks' hair.
<I>Moistworks</I> has a great post on the "lost to history" NYC bebop wars, which have left a historical record by spilling over to the Caribbean and migrating to London, where—wait for it—"they were fought by proxy, in the streets of Notting Hill, by a host of Trinidadian stick-fighters and calypsonians."