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Because John is visiting manufacturers in Montreal, he missed this morning's rock awakening. We're gathered in my office, huddled round the sound, listening. "I'm glad John isn't here," says Elizabeth. "I need to break this in slowly."

I've always been a huge Pixies fan. I was so excited at 2004's reunited tour that I practically needed a minder to get me to the gig. But Frank Black solo, now there's a whole other experience.

I've been fighting a summer cold and feeling pretty punk, but Fats Waller can make anybody feel good.
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Do you know why? Me neither. Susan Fleetwood-Walker to the rescue.

Have you been searching high and low for a flabby clich&#233; to use instead of <I>le mot juste</I>? Well, look no further. Hacks rejoice!

<i>With only one more day at Stereophile before she goes back to school, Kristina says goodbye. For now.</i><br>
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One distinguishing mark of the "old" music business, i.e. the one before downloads, the one that made buckets of money, the one where half of my friends <I>used</I> to work, was that it was so big that folks on say, the classical side, had no idea who worked on the rock side. Even within the same company. They were different planets.