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Well, that's what The Business says. Reading the article, I suspect the answer is one we audiophiles have known all along: LPs are cooler than CDs and all the hip kids dig 'em. Still, it's nice to read an upbeat article on the music industry for a change.
Craig Robins couldn't understand why his favorite show wasn't available on DVD, but instead of carping about it, he bought the rights and released it himself. I'd consider buying a copy for that alone, but now that I know that the show in question was written by Steven Moffat, who created Coupling, it's a no-brainer.
There are LP collectors and then there are those freakin' record lickers.
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…