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IRAKERE!

It was a certain sunless Sunday afternoon and we were listening to some records at the Brooklyn Navy Yard's DeVore">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/112206custom/">DeVore Fidelity factory. Something had just come to an end, and I decided to take a look through a box of LPs to find something new. I found an album that was still sealed in its plastic wrapper. It was the seventh installment of Sonic Youth's SYR series, the album that started">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/040808immediately/">started it all for me. I was shocked. Shocked. I was all exclamation points and italics.

Election Day

She stands in the long and winding Election Day line, a wonder in her cream-colored cotton sweater, black tights, and two-inch heels. Her head is down in Milan Kundera, and somewhere in her mind she sings.

Read Stereophile, Don't Buy Dynagroove

I've learned, unfortunately—even painfully—that not all vinyl sounds good. Crazy, I know. I would like to think that great performances make great recordings, and that's all there is to it. But it's not that simple. Even the greatest musical performance can be slashed to death by a bad recording, or by the foolish acts of the music industry. I learned the hard way. Is there any other way to learn?

La Rumba Buena

I found out about Patato & Totico all on my own, and completely by accident. It happened during the height of my salsa fixation, just after I completed my">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/101807mix/">my first Salsa Means Soul compilation. Searching the compact disc shelves at the Virgin Megastore for an album called Cuban Pearls, and specifically for a song called "Oriente" by Cheo Marquetti, I instead stumbled upon the Verve reissue of this 1967 work by famed congero Carlos "Patato" Valdes and vocalist Eugenio "Totico" Arango.

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