You don’t <i>have</i> to wear a thin mustache and skinny jeans to rock the new Betty Davis t-shirt from <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/6401vbty.html">American Apparel</a>. (Really, I promise.) The t-shirt comes from a partnership between the hip fashion outlet and <a href="http://anthologyrecordings.com/newspost.asp?blogid=140">Anthology Recordings</a>, an all-digital reissue label devoted to rare and out-of-print music from around the world. For $27, you also get a digital compilation, curated by Anthology, featuring tracks from Betty Davis, Karen Dalton, Father Yod, Telegraph Avenue, Shoes, and other obscure, forgotten artists.

Hey, have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a <i>Stereophile</i> staffer? (I have.)

There was fast food like Catalonian baguette pizza with chorizo. Tapas like flash fried baby squid or crispy potatoes with olive oil mayo and tomato sauce. And then of course there was that robber baron Rupert Murdoch and his damnable tabloid <I>The Sun</I> which every morning has a half&#150;naked twentysomething smiling at you from page two! Danni, 23, from Coventry was my personal favorite. Yes, Europe does have its advantages!

And then there was the music, right, right, the music. A mini-theme of the 41st installment of the Barcelona Jazz Festival was the 50th anniversary of <I>Kind of Blue</I>. The idea, and it was an admirable one, was to turn three groups of musicians loose on Miles masterwork and then sit back and enjoy the contrasting approaches. Now that I’m back in the States and have had a few days to contemplate what I saw, it all sort of comes under the heading of: “The Mysterious Ways in Which a Musician’s Mind Works(?).” Or “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Drummers.”

Nellie McKay’s <I>Normal As Blueberry Pie: A Tribute to Doris Day</I> (Verve, CD and LP) is the unlikeliest delight of the year. Who’d have thought that the snarkmistress of <I>Get Away from Me</I> (her 2004 debut double-album, with its “Explicit Lyrics” label, downtown cool, and sharp-wit irony, to say nothing of the title’s savage slash at the then-raging darling, Norah Jones) could produce such gentle covers of hits once sung by the queen of wholesomeness?