Road trip!
Bill Shafer of Growing Bolder sends along this video.
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Ah! And it looks like I have another reason to revisit Florida: Rock 'n' Roll Heaven.
"I hope you don't mind me drawing your attention to the following music video on the subject of student loan default."
Not at all, man…. Wait, what?
"I wonder if you'd consider mentioning it or posting it on your Stereophile blog?"
Um, I don't see what this has to do with hi-fi. But, c'mon, let's get serious: That never stopped me before.
I received this in my inbox this morning, watched it once and thought: "Eh, whatever."
Then I watched it again and thought: "Yo, I feel this!"
Matt Kresling thinks we all might be better off if we just…
Awhile back, Radiohead held an online contest, asking fans and other ambitious artists to remix their song, "Nude," from the superb album In Rainbows. I forwarded the link to my good friend Todd, knowing that he could win it all—win it all!—if only he cared enough to spend the time with it.
I don't think he bothered. He's been too busy re-mixing his own stuff.
Today, however, Todd sent me a video created by a fellow named James Houston. James submitted the video as his final project in a graphic design course at the Glasgow School of Art. James…
After explaining to Robert my plan for changing the music industry, I whipped around the corner to my cubicle. A voicemail! What a nice surprise. It's always great to see that someone loves you, or at least needs your help with some spreadsheets. But just as I entered my voicemail code, nature called. It made sense. I had just downed a can of Coca-Cola with my delicious Lazzara's pepperoni pizza, a healthy staple in the Stereophile office. On my way out of the loo, I noticed a little black power chord next to the trash stack. Another gift awaited me, this one much better than a voicemail…
By now, I'm sure you've already committed the name to memory: Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson.
Miles Anthony Benjamin Robinson. Wait. Miles Robinson Anthony Benjamin. Huh? Miles Robinson Benjamin Anthony!
You'll have to make an acronym out of it to keep it straight. MBAR.
Sure as heck has a lot of names, don't he? And multi-syllabled ones at that. I read somewhere that it has something to do with being honest with himself, being pure, showing his true colors. And I'm thinking: Dude, if you want to be simple and all, why not just go with Miles Robinson?…
The oppressive heat shook hands with the violent rain, and I couldn't summon the drive to do much of anything at all. Rather than wilt, I decided to visit Tunes and dirty my fingertips with some old vinyl. Outside, the day danced furiously back and forth, the rain so hard at times that drops fell from cracks in the ceiling to land among the album stacks. I waited it out.
I bought only five albums. One was PJ Harvey's White Chalk which I've owned on CD for some time, but have desperately wanted on vinyl ever since. The other four albums were completely foreign to me, but each…
I don't have to tell you that LP covers are cool. Right? You're already very much aware of all the bold colors and furious fonts and completely outrageous concepts. Photo editors back in the day must have had mad freedom. Alright, cats, here's the plan: We're going to start with a gorilla. He's dressed in a tux. Give the gorilla a gigantic banana. But it's not really a banana. The gorilla will peel the banana to reveal an extremely voluptuous bartender. In one hand, she'll have a tray of martinis, while, with her other hand, she'll be lighting the gorilla's giant cigar. Dig…
Ariel's two new favorite toys—one found in the garbage, and one bought with his hard-earned cash: The Sony CFM-10 Radio Cassette-Corder and the Bellari VP129, one-tube wonder.
The Bellari's bold packaging induces pride of ownership. And patriotism.
Plus: The ladies like it.
Plus: The ladies like it.
"I have a package for you," our mailman Art excitedly told me.
I did a vicious spin in my chair, "For me?"
It came so quickly. I wasn't expecting it today. I planned on going straight from work to a very special open mic night at the Sidewalk Cafe on Avenue A, but my new Bellari VP129 sent me home first.
At the bus stop, I ran into Herb Scher, a regular at the Sidewalk. He wrote an amazing song called "Tower Records is Gone," which, unfortunately, is not listed on his Myspace, but other greats like "Live in the Hills" and "New Beatles" are. Herb had to get to the…