Random Encounters, Random Songs
I">http://blog.stereophile.com/he2006/060406gang/">I totally agree with Wes. My favorite part of any show is meeting with fellow tribe members.
Stephen Mejias
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Back In Touch
From left to frustrated: Tari's BF, Carlton; online sales manager, Tari; me. Photo by hippie, Jon Iverson.
Kanpai
If you're ever in LA, visit Kanpai for some of the best sushi you'll ever experience.
Proof of What
Written on the way to JFK Airport, Tuesday afternoon.
Sailing Invidious Multinational Germs
I remember — it must have been about five years ago — when Jonathan arrived in the office, fresh from a Home Entertainment Show and as happy as can be. He had finally discovered the secret for avoiding the show flu, despite the handshakes and late nights.
A Large Brass Hookah
"Stevie!"
Vicarious Presence
I'm getting excited about the Show. You know what Showhttp://www.he2006.com/">Show; I'm talking about. I have this good feeling that I'm going to rock it. Hmm, thinking back, I've actually had this good feeling before every show I've attended. Then, I get there, I shake somebody's hand, and I get sick. Disappointed and fatigued, I get left in the dust. The">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/010606neer/">The guys call me names. But, that's not going to happen this time. No, it isn't. Today is a new day.
Your Mother is a Vampire
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.
Listening to the Music
Music was playing,
so I sat there, quietly.
so I sat there, quietly.
Very Loud
Since 5:43pm yesterday evening, the sun and rain have been engaged in some sort of wild">http://www.weather.com/outlook/homeandgarden/pets/hourbyhour/10016?from… tango — the sunshine whips the rain furiously across the dance floor, the rain stomps forcefully upon the sunshine. One moment is blue and gold, the next is streaked with gray. Lightning and thunder have me constantly looking over my shoulder and out onto the City rooftops. All that I can see is wet and droopy and confused. This type of weather makes me wonder what we've done wrong. Why are we being punished? I blame it on Elizabeth. This is what happens when people go on vacation.