The Coolest Speaker Packaging Ever
Damn. Today it's 5:45pm and I'm just getting started. At least I'm not alone; Elizabeth is still here, worrying about page numbers and layouts so that JA can worry about other things.
The Cream-Colored Version
This cream-colored version was my first choice for our September issue cover. Though it has a certain quiet elegance, we decided to go with the bolder">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/now_on_newsstands_stereophile…, less subtle combination of yellow, red, and gold. I think we made a good choice, but I still sort of love the cream version.
The Credibility of an Onion
Even the Onion is reporting on the vinyl revival. CDs are really in trouble now.
The Curve of the Earth
Spending time on the coast, with nothing to impede your view, leaves you feeling more aware of your connection to the planet, this gorgeous blue rock, spinning about in space. One remarkable thing about being so close to the edge of the continent is that you can actually see the curve of the earth. Here I am, committing it to memory.
The Daily Audiophile
You've become acquainted with The Daily Beast, but do you know The">http://www.dailyaudiophile.com/">The Daily Audiophile? The two are kind of similar. On the former, you can read about nude New York City dinners, while on the latter, you can read about hi-fi reviews. See what I mean?
The Dandelion in the Weed Patch
A couple of obvious errors here, but an">http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/content/aug2008/db20080822_… encouraging piece, nevertheless. What I especially like, of course, is this little bit:
The Dirty Three: Toward the Low Sun
Last night, before giving in to sleep, I listened over and over to the Dirty Three’s upcoming record, Toward the Low Sun, the band’s first release in seven years and their first for the great Chicago label, Drag City.
The Dispensable Criteria
My copy of Peter, Paul, & Mary's Album 1700, which I had bought many years ago for its Bonnie and Clyde album art, wasn't nearly as dusty as Santana. When I inspected it beneath a lamp, however, I noticed that it was covered by a sort of dull, gray film. The vinyl wasn't black. It was sickly. Indeed, this was one of my many albums that had suffered through the dark, dirty waters of a basement flood. Maybe two or three floods. Maybe four.
The Dresses, the Shoes, and the Clothes
My heart is not broken. It is collapsed like the sun into the frozen Meadowlands. Sometimes, alone in bed at night, I get this awful, screaming pain in the side of my bony chest, in that empty space where I imagine you to be. It's not often that I do this, sit here. Listen to the same sad songs over and over again, sing along, cry, think of how these words were written for us. It's probably not a good habit to be getting into, but it seems I just can't stop. It's been more than two weeks now, and it isn't wearing off. Twelve songs, 40 minutes, over and over again. I can't stop. Remember when you said that no one else could ever love me like you loved me? I don't know if that was a gift or a curse, but I believe it is true.
The East Village Radio Music Festival
You can walk by 21 First Avenue on any given day to see some of our city's most beautiful and talented DJs spinning rare and wonderful vinyl. It's true! It's East">http://www.eastvillageradio.com/">East Village Radio. There's a big glass window. Look in and you might see Queen Majesty or Melody Nelson or Mark Ronson or a few of the colorfully dressed peeps from The Fader, those taste-makers. In fact, East Village Radio provides more than 70 unique, and often excellent, two-hour shows, covering musical genres from rock and electronic to jazz and folk to roots and reggae. Lots of good stuff.