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The Library of Congress has posted scads of Aaron Copland's music. Forget doing anything else this weekend.
After the 2006 TDF, even the most innocent of us must realize how pervasive doping is at the highest competitive levels. How much would us athletic duffers benefit from chemical augmentation?
Stuart Stevens found out—and his story is fascinating.
Long Before Deceit and Lust
I left Autumn in the kitchen with the double-sided tape. I went back into the living room, stopped the Sexsmith album, and replaced it with Christian's mix CD. I sat down on my orange couch, wrapped my shivering bones in a warm wool blanket, and skipped to track 6, Sexsmith's delicate "Dandelion Wine."
Now that I was finally paying attention, I noticed immediately that the song sounded faster — even a little more rocking — than I'd remembered. This was unusual. I thought I knew this song fairly well. Was the version on Christian's CD-R different from…
Well, one of my heroes, Mr. Tom Waits.
"'I didn't just marry a beautiful woman,' he says, 'I married a record collection.'"
You'd think we knew pretty much all there was to know about water, wouldn't you? Well, zap it with high-energy X-rays, subject it to extremely high pressure, and make sure the proportions of H2 and 02 are just right and you get "a highly energetic material."
Excellent performance of "Crossroads" by a Cream that came to play. But kids, this video is evidence that you shouldn't take acid and operate a camera.
In November's "Aural Robert" (p.154 in the print mag), music editor Robert Baird sees technological advancement as the major cause for the decline of the independent record store. He writes:
Like the 45rpm single and the LP before it, the Compact Disc is giving way to downloading.
He goes on to say, "An informal poll around the Stereophile office found that no one under 40 had even been in a record store lately, let alone bought a record."
Then, he quotes me!
"It's been so long," said assistant editor Stephen Mejias, "that I can't even remember the last time…
When Harvard Business School Press wouldn't let Robert Sutton title his book The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized Workplace and Surviving One That Isn't, he walked. Sounds like it was HBSP's loss.