Stephen Mejias

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Stephen Mejias Posted: May 17, 2006 4 comments
Well, Elizabeth is off to Italy. Ciao, bella!
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Mar 17, 2008 8 comments
They're opening a Starbucks and a Duane Reade directly across from the Grove Street PATH station, where I catch the train to work each morning. This will certainly bring more people to my growing neighborhood. This morning, the train was so crowded that I couldn't read my book, Murakami's colorful Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. So, instead, I did what I always do when there's no room to read:
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Dec 22, 2008 0 comments
We started the day with a bit of Bell's and a couple cups of coffee. Then, we started walking.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jun 12, 2009 0 comments
I know, I know. Things were going pretty fast, but it all felt so natural and neither one of us wanted it to stop. When it all got a bit too heated, we slowly moved on to the couch.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Dec 02, 2005 1 comments
I look up and smile, nod my head, and respond: "You might be right about that."
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Stephen Mejias Posted: May 20, 2013 17 comments
Beautiful listening in Munich. Photo: Michael Lavorgna

We have to ask ourselves: Can all hi-fi shows be as efficiently run, popular, successful, and downright fun as the Munich High End Show? Is it possible to cultivate, here in the United States, that combination of heartfelt enthusiasm, relaxed atmosphere, and healthy balance of substance and style?

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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jul 11, 2008 0 comments
For the last few days, in the midst of shipping the gorgeous September issue, I have been thoroughly enjoying the new release from Secretly Canadian's Bodies of Water, A Certain Feeling.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jun 26, 2008 2 comments
Ah! And it looks like I have another reason to revisit Florida: Rock 'n' Roll Heaven.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jun 24, 2010 5 comments
Since the transformation of my living room into a listening room, my record collection has been a woeful, helpless mess. Albums are grouped together more by my fleeting mood or by date of purchase than by anything usefully intelligible, or at all resembling order, such as genre or artist name. If, on some strange and rainy Saturday, I happened to have listened to albums by Mal Waldron, Crazy Horse, and Beach House, these albums will be found shelved together.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Jun 11, 2010 7 comments
I’m on the N train heading to Manhattan from Bay Ridge and there’s a fat Mexican baby in a dull red stroller. She is screaming her heart out. I’m trying to read an article in New York magazine recommended to me by a co-worker, but I don’t think I’ll make it to the end. I’ve read enough about addiction to know how ugly it can be; I don’t want to live through it again.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Nov 13, 2007 1 comments
I just got off the phone with Henry Fiol. Though his singing voice ranges from ethereal to ferocious, his speaking voice is that of the common man—a City accent, a casual flow, the blurring of sounds the dropping of syllables a friendly slang. He sounds like a relative, one of my father's cousins. He sounds like family.
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Stephen Mejias Posted: Apr 03, 2006 4 comments
Bottom of the 2nd, no score. Tom Glavine better gain some control. The walks are going to hurt.