"As we finished our lunch, a group of traqueurs came over to the hunters' side and—seeming to be offended—insisted that we come join them. It seems the traqueurs had broken open a bottle of local moonshine called bistouille and were drinking shots."
"Soon enough, the hunters were eager to find a postprandial boar to shoot, and called for us traqueurs to trudge back into the forest."
Complications, as they say, ensue.
Our bellies were already full with delicious cuchifritos and our bags were already heavy with new music, but before heading back towards the 6 train, we decided to see what was happening along Third Avenue. It was a good thing we did. In a storefront near 111th Street, we noticed a small stage being prepared with congas, amps, and mics. Why hadn't we noticed this before? The place was Amor Cubano and we couldn't resist its warm colors and friendly face. Everyone inside was smiling and seemed genuinely happy to see us—as if we were old friends or family. Black and…
Say what? So let me get this straight, the music business was primarily driven by a concern for both better sound and audiophiles?
In classical music I can sort of see it, but the rest of the record business, rock records and high quality sound, no way! Never let music reviewers do music business trend stories may be the key lesson to be gleaned from Anthony Tommasini’s semi–ridiculous article in this past Sunday's New York Times ("Hard to be…