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Joey deVilla, aka Accordion Guy in the 21st Century, is disgruntled (trust me, Accordion Guy is at his best when he's not gruntled). His beef? The fundraising dinner held last night for Canadian MP Sam Bulte, aka Hollywood's MP, because of the perhaps coincidental linkage between her advocacy of extremely restrictive copyright legislation and her acceptance of financial support (57% of her campaign war chest) from institutions such as the Canadian Motion Pictures Distributors Association, Canadian Publishers Council, and the Entertainment Software Alliance.
If I needed a reason to check out the Decemberists beyond Stephen Mejias' recommendation, this interview would be it.
Money quote: "'While your typical Poetry 101 workshop will churn out blank verse like crazy, I was writing really tightly metered, rhymed couplets,' he says. 'I've always loved using rhythm, meter, and rhyme in poetry. And, consequently, mine comes off as pretty naive.'"
Can one ever truly get enough of the spiced ham that is William Shatner?
How could I have missed this Charles Rosen article? It was even published on my birthday. Aww, he shouldn't have.
Yes, he should've and I'm glad he did. Rosen writes so well that it hardly seems fair that he plays even better.
No, it isn't a joke. Hey, if you're here, it's not like you're using the one you've got.
Over in the Stereophile Forums, we've been having a conversation about the differences between music lovers and collectors—a conversation that has been considerably enlivened by the participation of my friend Jeff Wong, who is both.
Jeff just sent me this link to a website dedicated to Agrippa—A Book of the Dead by William Gibson and Dennis Ashbraugh, a collector's item that was designed to erase itself as you read it. Talk about dilemmas! Is it all about owning it—or does the act of experiencing it become tantamount? Whew!
Glad we have sites like this to experience it vicariously.…
Funny thing about carting a $1600 amplifier down these New York City streets during the evening rush: People just don't give a crap; they'll run you over. No problem. In fact, I was almost shown to that great, big listening room in the sky by an SUV (with Jersey plates, of course) just outside Herald Square. And try getting a $1600 CD player through the PATH station turnstiles; there's no special "Hi-Fi Entrance" down there. You're left to your own devices. I employed the lift and twirl method, but only after realizing that the push and shove method wasn't going to work.
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