"'Is this ship ready for fishing?' we ask. 'Yes, of course,' he looks around, gestures at the deck. He seems surprised that we would ask. We're amazed it's even floating."
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"What?"
"Chicken-butt."
Here at Stereophile, we like our humor like we like our speakers: light. We got that jewel from Elizabeth's two year-old, the fabulous Morgan Jet. A few inches shorter than a Totem Arro, it's amazing how easily one falls for her. The blue eyes do it every time.
JA dropped his weary head onto a Creek integrated amplifier and moaned: "Oh, how did I grow to be this old and still fall for that joke?"
In other news, it's a glorious day in the neighborhood: sixty-six delicious degrees and not a cloud in this New York City sky.…
I've been fascinated by Norton ever since I read about him in the Fables and Reflections arc of The Sandman. Turns out that Neil Gaiman wasn't making much up about this San Francisco nobility.
Welcome to visitors from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
Welcome to visitors from The Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
Did I mention this already?
Chances are:
I did, as I've only got so much in this brain of mine to share. Ah, here the nave writer ventures into the oft poeticized notion that there is some struggle between the intellectual life of the mind and the physical life of the body and soul. Anyway: Back in Vegas, after a long day of note-taking, hand-shaking, picture-snapping, nodding, smiling, and listening, I followed Jon Iverson to his hotel room where we picked up a couple of guitars and traded riffs.
As with most things, when it comes to playing guitar, I…