Two Fingers
Pete gave me the two fingers.
Stephen Mejias
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Feeling Immortal
(Who wouldn't feel immortal with hair like that?)
We Can Agree to Agree
In his essay, "Can">http://stereophile.com/asweseeit/890awsi/">Can We Agree to Disagree," Peter W. Mitchell states:
Too Hot, Sugar
This weather is pointless. Pointless! What's the use of all this snow and ice? Don't tell me it looks pretty. I'm just not fit for this sort of cold. It's days like today after windy winter nights like last, when the temperatures plunge into the single digits and my apartment's old pipes freeze, that I wish I had an entire fleet of fiery amps to keep me warm.
Strike the Harp and Join the Chorus
Dear colleagues:
The year is almost over. The air has grown cold. Our rivers are stuck in deep, deep thought. Outside my 6th-floor window, countless, swirling bits of snow are decorating this gray city like little answers blowing in the wind, like so many true loves: A sure sign that the annual Consumer">http://www.cesweb.org/">Consumer Electronics Show in glittery Las Vegas is right around the bend. It opens on Thursday, January 8th and runs right on through Sunday, the 11th.
The year is almost over. The air has grown cold. Our rivers are stuck in deep, deep thought. Outside my 6th-floor window, countless, swirling bits of snow are decorating this gray city like little answers blowing in the wind, like so many true loves: A sure sign that the annual Consumer">http://www.cesweb.org/">Consumer Electronics Show in glittery Las Vegas is right around the bend. It opens on Thursday, January 8th and runs right on through Sunday, the 11th.
Making Love Out of Nothing At All
Dear Frida,
It is official: I have a crush on you, and it feels good. I woke up this morning with your words circling through my foggy mind. Don't you worry, love. Let me help you love. There you go, love. Oh that's brilliant love.
It is official: I have a crush on you, and it feels good. I woke up this morning with your words circling through my foggy mind. Don't you worry, love. Let me help you love. There you go, love. Oh that's brilliant love.
Pony
In "Pony," Frida sings:
Santana III
I didn't know what this was when I picked it up. The jacket offers no band name or album title. Kind of like the Park Tavern on West Side Avenue in Jersey City; there's no way of knowing it's the Park Tavern unless you walk in, and once you're in, you never really want to leave.
Big Top Hi-fi, or: Hi-fi Takes Manhattan
I was flipping through the current issue of Rolling Stone (RS 1068/1069, with a mustachioed Brad Pitt on the cover) and stopped at their "Rock & Roll Gift Guide."
The ARChive Record Sale
Though it seemed to have been fairly well-scavenged by the time we arrived on Saturday afternoon, the ARChive of Contemporary Music's Winter">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/926_new_stock/">Winter Record and CD Sale held many great treasures.