Stephen Mejias

Sort By: Post DateTitle Publish Date

Meeting Jimi Hendrix

A group of people sit along an old, grimy bar, doing things. Watching, waiting, aspiring. Every single one of them, in one way or another. Watches, waits, aspires. One of them&#151the strangest looking one of all&#151is a black dude with hair like the wind through a California Cypress. Eyes like two half moons. With more care and concern than any of the others, he watches. He watches the man on stage, a fellow named Henry Vestine. Henry is playing guitar, bass, and drums all at once, all by himself.

Mi Bomba

It's a good thing I did my listening before the Mets' tragic loss because, afterwards, everything sounded horrible. I started with the brilliant Arsenio Rodriguez composition, "A Bailar Mi Bomba," off of Roberto Roena's outstanding Lucky 7. When I listen to this song, my head bobs about like mad and my shoulders shake like maracas, I come up with desperate ideas about trading in my guitar amplifier for a conga set and a cowbell, I consider saying goodbye to everything and moving away to Puerto Rico. It's that kind of song.

Michael Fremer Boings Back

Michael Fremer, Stereophile's senior contributing editor, has been everywhere lately. First he was Gizmodoedhttp://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/gizmodo_hearts_audiophiles/">…;, then he got Boing-Boingedhttp://gadgets.boingboing.net/2009/04/15/gizmodo-audiophile.html">Boing…;, and now he's">http://gadgets.boingboing.net/2009/05/06/on-being-gizmodoed-b.html">he's boinging back.

Advertisement
Advertisement
Advertisement