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Blood Work

Signs of sickness, with a scent like ennui, all over the apartment: dirtied tissues tossed to the floor, the many jilted cups of tea, unfinished this, unwashed that, empty cans of soup, the pale and quiet Moscode.

Still, it took so much energy just to get out. Through the dark tunnels and into the sunshine of this spring day. I passed by a child who had the purest smile. I wondered if I ever owned a smile like hers.

When the doctor took a look into my mouth, he jumped back five feet and yelled: "YIKES!"

Blood work will tell if it's strep or mono. If it's strep, I get…

Where's Neil When You Need Him?

Neil Gaiman gets a tribute disc. I hope it's as cool as he is.

This Is The Tricky Part

Huckleberry mutters and plots while cleaning his weapons of mouse destruction.

Welcome to vistors coming from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.

This Is Not An Action Photo

Bagheera simply dribbles off the bookshelf for hours at a time—after she rids it of those troublesome books, of course.

Welcome to vistors coming from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.

This Is Your Mind on Type

New study: High Times is not a gateway publication to hard reading.

Via The Onion.

Massive!

A new Massive Attack album and The Belfast Telegraph breaks the story. "We don't like each other very much. It's always been quite tempestuous for us in the studio—we always seem to lose a member after every album," says Grant Marshall.

Confess and Teach

The doctor never called back. Maybe tomorrow. Nevertheless, I do feel a bit better. My head still hurts and my throat is still sore, but I've got more energy than I had all week. I picked up the tissues, came to terms with the tea, washed the dishes, and found the energy to set the Moscode aside for now and reinstate the Musical Fidelity A3.5 integrated.

And then I listened to music.

I listened to Tom Waits confess: "I want you, you, you..." over and over again, such a perfectly simple love song, just as love songs should be.

I listened to Ryan Adams teach: "Love…

The Montreal Show: Day One

The big news at this years Festival Son & Image (FSI, aka "The Montreal Show") was the change in venue. After many years at the Delta Hotel in downtown Montreal, the Show moved this year to another downtown hotel, the Sheraton Montreal.

I have a certain fondness for the Delta, but not for their elevators, which worked according to a mysterious logic of their own. The Sheraton was a considerable improvement in this respect, and seemed generally more upscale—yet the rates for exhibitors were about the same. The rooms at the Sheraton are generally a bit smaller than at the Delta,…

B&O

Bang & Olufsen, a company that usually gives audio/home entertainment shows a wide berth, had an extensive display, featuring their futuristic-looking omnidirectional speakers. I enjoyed the sound—maybe because they were playing Frank Sinatra.

Bruce Edgar & the Edgarhorns

Bruce Edgar has been refining his Edgarhorn loudspeakers, available in kit form, for a good number of years now, and I've noticed a steady improvement in the sounds he's been getting at shows. The ones I heard at the Montreal Show were the best-sounding yet.