Vietnam: Uninspired, Uninspiring
"There's no substitute for good songwriting," he begins.
Stephen Mejias
While They're Hot
I was surprised to find that we once featured Stereophile t-shirts on a cover.
Hi-Fi Takes Over
In our move from the 9th floor to the 6th, a box containing a large amount of Stereophile back issues was damaged. All sorts of wildly-covered, strangely-colored, digest-sized issues came spilling out. A river of history.
If you wear this t-shirt...
Hi ______.
Just as you thought, we'd like to come up with a snazzy catch-phrase to go along with the new Stereophile t-shirt design. Some ideas:
Just as you thought, we'd like to come up with a snazzy catch-phrase to go along with the new Stereophile t-shirt design. Some ideas:
The "S-" is for "Super"
I've got so much to write about today, it's really not fair. Instead of taking you in that direction, I'll take you in this:
Things and Things
Having re-read my entry concerning the Attention Screen concert, I realize that it may sound as though I didn't like the performance. This, however, is not the case. I liked it very much. I enjoyed it. I even had a good time.
The Farthest Thing from Perfect
On Saturday night, Don Fiorino, Mark Flynn, Chris Jones, and Stereophile’s Bob Reina came together, within the walls of Merkin Concert Hall, as Attention Screen. I sat in the audience, watching and listening as these four men exchanged ideas, made music. I'm not going to say it was beautiful. I'm not going to say it was interesting.
Mad At the Weather, Mad At the Dust
I'm mad at the weather. It's cold. Colder, in fact, than it should be. This is why I'm mad. If things were just as they should be, I wouldn't complain.
A Reunion Show
When people ask me if I miss it, I'm quick to make a face. My left eye might scrunch up tight, while the right shoots out like a feathered arrow, raising its brow like an exclamation mark. My nose and lips tighten, become wrinkled. Everything about this face expresses some sort of pain, maybe even disgust. Like I've been slapped, like I've just downed a mouthful of sour milk. Do I miss it? Are you out of your mind? What is there to miss: Late nights?; Heavy gear?; Bad crowds?; No crowd?