Stephen Mejias

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Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 13, 2006  |  1 comments
"Do you miss me yet?" she asks again.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 12, 2006  |  1 comments
I've mentioned, here and there, the lovely and romantic collaboration between Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell, Ballad of the Broken Seas. I should tell you that, when I first heard this album, my face went sour and my high hopes fell far and flat. It wasn't what I expected. It struck me as being a bit odd and aloof, foggy and cold; I wanted it to be easier, gentler.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 11, 2006  |  5 comments
I told no one about this, I swear, yet everyone seems to know. Word spreads like vermin. All eyes are up to the ceiling. As we walk down the halls of our Madison Avenue office, we hold a suspicious and trembling view of the dirty gray panels which hang, tentatively, above us. We are wary and watchful, cautiously anticipating the sudden fall.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 10, 2006  |  0 comments
The Stereophile Photo Gallery is all the way live. It's another fine way of building community and sharing the enthusiasm. I hope that you will visit it and make it beautiful. Like Madonna, she's waiting to be dressed up in your love; decorate her with images of your hi-fi gear.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 07, 2006  |  3 comments
Your blog is pretty chaotic, alright, but poses a couple of interesting questions. I was going to reply to it, but 1,024 characters would NEVER do for an old windbag like me. So here I am.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 06, 2006  |  0 comments
Right now, the sun is shining sweetly. This time yesterday, swirls of wild snow were racing from jaundiced skies. April is a desperate housewife.
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 06, 2006  |  3 comments
"And so," the hi-fi manufacturer musically says:
"I found myself in a situation where I was A/B-ing the CD player to the CD player!"
Stephen Mejias  |  Apr 05, 2006  |  3 comments
My speakers haven't moved very far from where they first landed on the night that John DeVore visited Jersey City. The Arros, after the Gibbons, found a similar home — a comfortable spot, if nothing else, which works fine enough for me. It's a spot that allows me to walk into my bedroom easily, without having to brush up against a side wall or trip over any turncoat cable. A spot that appreciates symmetry and cleanliness and my apartment's obsession with order.

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