More Tomorrow
I guess I lied when I said "More tomorrow." That should teach me something about making promises during "Recommended Components" time. I'm sorry.
Morning
I woke up this morning with the sun in my face and Heather Duby's "Places">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/031908heatherduby/">Places Shape Lives" churning through my mind. I heard the old moan of cello and the aching melody, the hypnotic precision of the just-tuned drums, the constant trembling of the strangled guitar, and I knew it would be a good day.
Mothers and Mentors
Written in blue ink on the white space of pages of Fast">http://www.fastcompany.com/homepage/index.html">Fast Company magazine, while waiting for the plane, yesterday morning, at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas.
Mountains of Power
Me: We're gonna go see Brokeback">http://www.brokebackmountainmovie.com/getflash.html">Brokeback Mountain tonight.
Elizabeth: [Gasp of horror!]
Me: What? What's with the gasp of horror?
Elizabeth: Steel yourself.
Me: Why? Am I gonna cry? I'm not afraid of crying. I cry all the time, anyway.
Elizabeth: No, I don't think you're going to cry. But you might wince. A lot.
Me: Oh.
Elizabeth: [Gasp of horror!]
Me: What? What's with the gasp of horror?
Elizabeth: Steel yourself.
Me: Why? Am I gonna cry? I'm not afraid of crying. I cry all the time, anyway.
Elizabeth: No, I don't think you're going to cry. But you might wince. A lot.
Me: Oh.
Moving
The October issue of Stereophile shipped to press yesterday afternoon. (Hallelujah.) We are already deep into the November issue, while our new editorial assistant, Ariel">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/the_young_guy/">Ariel Bitran, is tackling the 2011 Buyer’s Guide. In addition to all of that, and on top of the regular stuff, the entire office is in the">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/boltz_cd_rack/">the process of moving onto the 6th floor of our 261 Madison Avenue location. Construction crews are tearing down walls and building new cubicles, painters are turning white and gray into blue and cream, movers are carrying tables and desks up flights of stairs. My office is cramped with boxeshttp://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/buried/">boxes;, but this time they’re moving boxes.
Moving Out
Mucho Agua
I should have just slept here. It certainly would have been easier. And, of course, it would have saved me the commute. However, the thought of enormous roaches warming up against my thighs throughout the air conditioned evening kept me from crashing on JA's couch.
Mucho Amor
Hola Familia.
I hope you're all doing very well. It's an unusually cool and rainy day here in NJ/NYC.
I hope you're all doing very well. It's an unusually cool and rainy day here in NJ/NYC.
Music Discovery: “Games Without Frontiers”
In today’s previous entry, I mentioned that Standish/Carlyon’s Deleted Scenes reminded me of Peter Gabriel’s early solo work. Fans of FX’s outstanding TV series, “The Americans,” will have noted that the season’s finale made fine use of Gabriel’s hit single “Games Without Frontiers.” That is, if those fans were already familiar with the song. I was not.
Music For Pleasure Time
I just got off the phone with Nathaniel Friedman, a writer working on a "vinyl revival" piece scheduled to appear in an upcoming issue of Penthouse, that finest of fine men's periodicals. I think it went fairly well. If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to buy the magazine.