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Mark Fleischmann sent this url, asking, "is there a parallel with the audio business here?" Oh really, Mark—how could you think that?
Huckleberry hones those claws when he's happy. He hones 'em when he's frustrated. Essentially, he hones 'em a lot—which explains why my paws are so frequently bloody.
I grew up on the works of Franklin W. Dixon and Victor Appleton II, which is to say the Hardy Boys and Tom Swift, Jr., as they appeared in the early 1960s. I've had the same disillusioning experience as Gene Weingarten—except that I also devoured the original 1930s versions when I discovered the pulps collection at Alderman Library at UVA.
However, I'm no Gene Weingarten, so I failed to see the profound tragedy at the heart of my boyhood idols.
But this is a story of redemption too. Aunt Gertrude enters the series: "If you are a good writer, you cannot hide it forever, no matter…
Why rage against an ill wind? I realize that complaining incessantly about the ongoing plundering of rock, classic and otherwise, by Madison Avenue ain't gonna make it stop but is there no one who can resist the allure of cash?
The latest person to hate, actually she kind of invented the category, is the ex-Mrs Cobain, who sold "Breed" to some fucking video game maker so they could whore it out for some damned, frenetic TV ad. And this from a woman who's until now been rightfully prickly when it comes to licensing Nirvana's music for anything from film soundtracks to new Nirvana records…
A must for Zappa fans. Studio Ralf is moving—and everything must go! At these prices, it will.
As I transfer from the R line to the west side IRT, I'm frequently frustrated or surprised by the size of the crowds attending to subway musicians. What I almost never am is impressed by the performances. But that would be different, surely, if, say, an internationally known musician was playing on his Gibson ex Huberman Strad—wouldn't it? A performance like that would be guaranteed to have music lovers swooning with pleasure.
I won't give away the ending, but The Washington Post's Gene Weingarten set up such an experiment with Joshua Bell at the L'Enfant Plaza metro stop in DC.…
I'll soon be heading off to the Second Annual International Head-Fi Meet in San Jose on April 21 and 22. I went to the NY Meet last year and I had a ball. This year's event is going to be bigger and, I'm betting, better.
What's a Head-Fi meet? I'm glad I asked: Essentially, it's one of the ways headphone enthusiasts respond to the solitary nature of listening to headphones. Many can do-ers have already created an online community through the Head-Fi forums and the annual Meets and the smaller regional meets are chances for them to get together and create a real-world analog to…
Ed Hitchcock writes: "As both a paleontologist and home brewer, I could not help but be attracted by the media coverage of the reproduction of an ancient Sumarian beer. The beer, called Ninkasi after the Sumarian goddess of beer, was produced by the Anchor Brewing Company (San Francisco, California), based on a hymn inscribed on a clay tablet (1). Dr. Solomon Katz of the University of Pennsylvania and Fritz Maytag of Anchor Brewing worked to decipher the brewing clues contained within the hymn to reproduce the beverage so revered by the ancient Sumarians."