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Those closest to me know that I've been in a rut, musically speaking. I'm not talking about my hi-fi. The system sounds better than ever. Seriously. I press play and I just want to throw my hands up in the air and say "Fuuuuuuuuuudge." It simply sounds awesome. And I don't usually get so excited about such things, but the music consistently sets me back into my seat and makes me want to curse. I don't understand it, but there you go.
And I'm not talking about my library. As I write this, I'm listening to The Dears' Gang of Losers. I'm not yet familiar enough with…
"Sorry. What do you do for a living?" he asked, pressing his fingers into my gut.
"I'm an assistant editor for a magazine," I replied, taking a deep breath.
"Good. Now cough. What magazine?"
"Stereophile."
The doctor jumped back abruptly, tossed his arms into the air, made a jolly sound, and exclaimed, "Oh, you've made my day!"
What had he found? I wondered. "Oh?" I asked.
"I'm a fan, I'm a fan! Where are my magazines?" he asked, searching through a ragged stack of glossies hanging against the examination room…