Finally free from those bloodsuckers who’ve been automatically nicking my credit card for a decade! And for what? Their anti-Spam software that allows thousands of total scam foreign language fishing emails to flood in from Nigeria and Bolivia? Or is it the impossibility of finding any AOL 800 numbers where you can talk to a live human on the AOL site? More likely it’s my valuable part in paying off the debt from one of the…
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In this digital life we’re all now living does it get any better than calling AOL and canceling an account? I hate to be Flashdance about this but—Oh, what a feeling!
"Are your windows open?" sales manager Laura LoVecchio asked today.
"No, but they should be, I know."
"It's beautiful out."
Indeed, today may be the loveliest day New York City has seen this summer. The color of the sky, a pale blue, reminds me of the sky above Healdsburg. The touch of the air, so perfectly cool, reminds me of the air in San Francisco. And I've just now opened my window. The sound of 38th Street, a soft Friday evening whir, reminds me of the sound of the ocean in Carmel.
I'll go home tonight, sit on my orange couch, and look into the empty…
This blog has been taken over by the evil genius Huckleberry T. Cat and will no longer parrot the pro-human party line of Wes Phillips et al.
Power to the kitties and kibble for everyone!
Actually, due to a server move, blogs from the past week are being re-entered in the system, and will re-appear in the next few days.
So let get me this straight. Orrin Hatch, Republican senator from Utah, is one of the heavy hitters whose deluge of 11th hour phone calls not only springs music producer Dallas Austin out of a Dubai jail for coke possession, but it also helps to turn a four year jail sentence into a pardon?
It seems Austin and Hatch share a music attorney. Hatch has dreams of being Andy Williams or Barry Manilow. He's even made a handful of albums, all of which are available at www. Hatchmusic.com. He's also written lots of songs including "Put Your Hand Over Your Heart," "America Rocks!" and the title…
Stereophile's answer to Poppin' Fresh talks with Dr. John backstage at June's HE 2006 show in Los Angeles.
Last night in a torrential rain storm, I trucked northward along the Hudson to Tarrytown, NY. A half hour's ride across the Tappan Zee bridge and we were in Piermont, NY at a club called the Turning Point.
There, along with 30 other folks, I saw Dan Penn and the Hacienda Brothers. Both were incredibly smokin'. I've been humming tunes from both all day.
Penn, of course, is one of the leading members of the whole Muscle Shoals scene that revolved around Fame Studios in the 60's. He was there when Atlantic Records Jerry Wexler brought Aretha Franklin and others down to give them the…
"I see you finally got your hair cut," says JA.
"Yup. Hallelujah," I reply.
"What did Kelli have to say about that?"
"Kelli did it."
"Holy metaphorical castration."
Fact: I don't even want to know what bi-wiring is.
Opinion: The term itself — bi-wiring — sounds exhausting and extraneous and tedious.
Question: Does this make me an evil, good for nothing, ne'er-do-well of a Stereophile assistant editor?
JA often compliments me on how easily words flow from my fingertips to the screen.
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All the talk of porn and bacterial infections that've lately been going around the office...
No, that's not right. I mean to say: All the talk of porn and bacterial infections that's lately been going around the office...
Oh, I've been working on the structure of that sentence for far too long. Choose your own syntax and accompanying import. All the talk of porn and bacterial infections has left me with the heebie-jeebies. And downright itchy.
I wish I could tell you all…
The PATH train arrives at its 33rd Street stop. The doors slide open. People slither out. Treading up the crowded platform, we are made to pass through stainless-steel turnstiles. I hate touching skin to steel, preferring to push the mechanism over with the forward motion of my legs. Almost as though the turnstiles aren't there.
But I can't truly ignore them. Today, as I passed, I thought the obvious: "Like a herd of cattle." Immediately after, I thought the slightly-less-obvious: "Like grains of sand through a sieve."
And finally out into the muggy, muggy air.
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