I miss the High End Shows. Not the annual Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas—no thanks. I can do without the overpriced hotels, the 45-minute taxi lines, the frantic racing from venue to venue. No, it's the <I>Stereophile</I> shows I miss, with the centralized location, the rubbing shoulders with readers ("Hey, you're the cheap-speaker guy! Check out room 206!"), the listening to live music, and maybe even playing a little of it.
Baja marimba player, violin or piano virtuoso, slack key guitarist, or turntablist? Name the one instrumentalist you most admire.
The 23rd <A HREF="http://www.salonsonimage.com">Salon Son & Image</A> high-fidelity show, cosponsored by <I>Stereophile</I>, takes place in Montreal's Hilton Bonaventure March 26–28. (An additional day, March 25, is reserved for the trade and press.) With 10,000 to 12,000 attendees expected, including a sizable American contingent and several thousand Canadians from outside Quebec province, who will take advantage of bilingual presentations and literature and the anticipated absence of snow, SSI remains the largest North America audio show that is open to the public.
You might’ve noticed my big smiling mug on the stereophile.com home page today, calling attention to my review of <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/headphones/monster_cable_beats_by_dr_dre_stu…’s Beats by Dr. Dre headphones</a>. When I posed for that picture—a few months ago and with a hellish hangover from a night of fun spent at <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/at_the_monkeyhaus/">John DeVore’s Monkeyhaus</a>—I had no idea that I’d be today’s top model. The photo was the work of our sneaky web monkey, Jon Iverson. I came into the office, went to our site, and spit coffee all over my monitor. Hilarious.
And here's how <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/the_weight_of_my_loneliness/"… room</a> looks today. As I said, it looks, feels, and <i>sounds</i> like home.
I was looking out the window. I was waiting for the plane to take off. I was wearing Monster Cable's Beats by Dr. Dre Studio headphones ($349.95). I was listening to Pens' burning, fuzzed-out, 27-minute onslaught, <I>Hey Friend, What You Doing?</I> (320kbps MP3; LP, De Stijl IND071). I was shouting with sudden shock and pain.
“Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round
They sing "I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song."
(from “Alex Chilton” by The Replacements)
My five month old cell phone fried itself dead. Traffic in downtown Austin crawled inch by inch. A friend, who called himself a “capitalist,” called long distance to tell me Obama’s health plan was going to bankrupt the country. But all of that paled in comparison to the strange news that on the first night of South By Southwest 2010, the great Alex Chilton had died just before leaving New Orleans to come to Austin to play a Big Star reunion. Or as the more cynical among us had it, <I>another</I> Big Star reunion.
<i>Almost there. And vodka tonics make lifting easier.</i>
My friend, <a href="http://eloisemoorehead.tumblr.com/">Eloise Moorhead</a>, helped me place the front-wall bookcase on top of the right-wall bookcase, creating a solid stack of vinyl!
For a time, I had my gear sitting on top of my new <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/the_weight_of_my_loneliness/"… Expedit bookcase</a>. An identical bookcase sat along the front wall and held a ton of books, but proved visually distracting when listening to music; it also weakened my system's soundstaging abilities.