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An Anti-Audiophile?

I was visited yesterday by Steve Krampf, CEO of Chestnut Hill Sound and designer of the George sound system. As we walked from our 6th floor lobby down the long hall to my office, the conversation somehow turned to various loudspeaker drivers. (That's just something that happens when you're in our office.)

"Are you an audiophile?" I asked seriously.

"I'd say I'm more of an anti-audiophile," he replied.

"An anti-audiophile?" I asked seriously.

"I guess that's enough to get me kicked out of here," he replied.

"Well, that depends on what you mean by anti-…

The Death Clock

Good news! You're going to die—want to find out when?

Yikes. I have 32 years left. (Interestingly, attitude counts more than BMI, if you fiddle with the input.)

Hat tip to Mike's Web Log.

iPod Death Clock

Oh boy! Your iPod is going to die, too. Want to know when?

Yikes, mine has 278 days left.

Missing Black Holes Located

They're always in the last place you look.

Smells Like Herr Hitler

Tony Perrottet tells us that Spike Jones was closer to being right than we suspected.

Why We Fight

There are many nights when being a music writer comes down to the whining about the stark question: why am I dragging my ass out on the town again? What reason do I really have to see this act? Or to see this act one more time?

I know, I know, boo hoo, free tickets for the poor wittle music writer who wants to stay home and watch bad TV. I'm aware this is a rarified problem that only a handful people can relate to but believe me there are times when getting up, or in my case staying in the naked city after work, waiting for an act to come on at 11 pm, can be a slog.

Last week in…

In Search of the Perfect Cure

I was raised in Virginia, so for me, the perfect ham is a Smithfield-cured ham. I think I was 21 before I ever tasted that bland concoction sold at delis as "ham." It might be pork, but ham it am't.

The Moby Quotient

Bill Wyman (no, not that one) calculates the sell-out factor for when musicians whore out—um, I mean, lease—their muse.

It's Alive!

"Today's your lucky day," JA said.

"It is? Why's that?"

"Look at what I've got," he said, handing me a first bound copy of the 2008 Stereophile Buyer's Guide.

Ah, it's beautiful. It is always wonderful to hold in your hands the product of all those tedious e-mails, pages and pages of blinding proofs, countless spreadsheets, and long hours. The Buyer's Guide is done. I hope you'll find it valuable and entertaining. Besides all of the informative specs, compiled by out tireless intern Ariel Bitran, the Buyer's Guide also includes essays by Stereophile's…

You'll Lose Your Trousers With the Depreciation

Jeremy Clarkson rightly rogers the Volvo S80 SE Sport. This is auto reviewing as a contact sport.