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The Romantic Bundle

It is November 14th, and it's hot as heck outside. I wonder how many polar bears just died. That's not funny. The arctic is vanishing, the oceans are rising, we have brown clouds in the sky. Awesome. We are doomed. Screw it. Let's buy some vinyl!

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.

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