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Yup. Of course, it's in Las Vegas—but where else could it be? If we're lucky, Stereophilia regular Buddha will give us a personal report.
Back before music fans morphed into gaming fans, before lip synching became the rage, before utter horseshit like American Idol was even a wet dream, there were thriving clubs and committed music freak club owners like Clifford Antone.
I was very sad to learn yesterday that Antone had died in Austin at the age of 56. No details yet as to when and why.
At this year's SXSW I was able to chat with Antone for a few minutes. He was his old self, talking in his slow Texas drawl about "booking the shit" out of bands, remembering the old glory days at his club up on Guadalupe where he…
When I was a corporate speechwriter, I wrote a speech for the head of the "research" division. He bragged that his store could track customers so accurately through their purchases that he could send targeted sales supplements to expecting parents, in some cases, before the wife informed her husband she was pregnant.
That was pre-Internet, of course, so these days I'm sure he could tell the wife before she knew.
I'm getting excited about the Show. You know what 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 guys call me names. But, that's not going to happen this time. No, it isn't. Today is a new day.
I sound like Chicken Little. I love that movie. Chicken Little goes up to bat, smacks a home run, saves the planet, and makes his papa proud.
Today…
Daniel Gilbert says absolutely! He also says it is quantifiable—if you consider "does this look clearer or does this?" a measurement.
If this report can be believed (and, frankly, I has me doubts), teens are turning that "teen-repellant" HF tone to their own advantage. It's probably too good to be true, but wouldn't it be loverly?
Maybe you're asking what I'm doing blogging at 3am? Interesting story, actually.
We went to see Sarah Jones' tour de force Bridge & Tunnel last night, so we got home late (for us) and went to bed happy that we'd seen great theater. We woke up with NY firemen screaming at us to get up and get out—that the house was on fire and they needed to secure the premises.
It seems the semi-detached brownstone next door had caught fire (cigarette, sofa, late-night TV watching gone horribly wrong) and we hadn't heard Brooklyn FD pounding on the door, so they tore the door down to ensure we got…
Mathematical proofs set to music. It's a fascinating idea in that wake-up-the-next-morning-and-saying-I-did-what? kind of way.
Engadget has a nice tutorial on setting up a front-projection HT. It's pretty good, other than suggesting you DIY a cable set out of CAT5. OTOH, Engadget's suggestion that you create a cutout of the different aspect ratios is a brilliant idea I haven't seen anywhere else. For the price of a few pieces of cardboard, you can save yourself from making a costly screen mistake.
"Stevie!"
My landlord calls me "Stevie." I like it.
From where he sat, at one of the many red umbrella'd tables which surround the restaurant and, consequently, impede entrance into the building, he could easily watch as I crossed 3rd Street at Monmouth.
He waved and shouted my name: "Stevie!"
"Yo, Abbey," I managed to mutter. The canvas strap of the black laptop bag knifed into my shoulder blade with each heavy step.
"Man, you look tired. You gotta stop working."
"I can't."
"Have you lost some weight?"
"That's what I hear."…