Stephen Mejias

I remember — it must have been about five years ago — when Jonathan arrived in the office, fresh from a Home Entertainment Show and as happy as can be. He had finally discovered the secret for avoiding the show flu, despite the handshakes and late nights.

"Stevie!"

I'm getting excited about the Show. You know what Showhttp://www.he2006.com/">Show; I'm talking about. I have this good feeling that I'm going to rock it. Hmm, thinking back, I've actually had this good feeling before every show I've attended. Then, I get there, I shake somebody's hand, and I get sick. Disappointed and fatigued, I get left in the dust. The">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/010606neer/">The guys call me names. But, that's not going to happen this time. No, it isn't. Today is a new day.

Music was playing,


so I sat there, quietly.

Since 5:43pm yesterday evening, the sun and rain have been engaged in some sort of wild">http://www.weather.com/outlook/homeandgarden/pets/hourbyhour/10016?from… tango — the sunshine whips the rain furiously across the dance floor, the rain stomps forcefully upon the sunshine. One moment is blue and gold, the next is streaked with gray. Lightning and thunder have me constantly looking over my shoulder and out onto the City rooftops. All that I can see is wet and droopy and confused. This type of weather makes me wonder what we've done wrong. Why are we being punished? I blame it on Elizabeth. This is what happens when people go on vacation.

If you like (or even if you don't like) the album version of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy," try this slow live jam.

Well, Elizabeth is off to Italy. Ciao, bella!