Stephen Mejias

<i>...All configurations that have previously existed on this earth must yet meet, attract, repulse, kiss, and corrupt each other again.</i>
<br>&#151; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_Heine">Heinrich Heine</a>

Here in the office, on Christmas Eve Eve, it's just me and the crickets. Wes Phillips, <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/wesphillips/">man of many links</a>, tells me that <a href="http://education.guardian.co.uk/higher/news/story/0,9830,1648623,00.htm… are known to shed a leg if they get caught in a sticky situation, but only if they have had sex first</a>.

During that brief, but sad, period when <a href="http://www.donewaiting.com/nyc/archives/002253.php">the Multi-Purpose Solution</a> wasn't making music, I spent some time booking shows at the now gone, but not forgotten, Jersey City rock venue, Uncle Joe's.

"Do you want a ride to work?"<br>
"What?"<br>
"Are you going to Manhattan?"<br>
"Yeah."<br>
"Do you want a ride to work?"<br>
"What do you mean?"<br>
"I've got my car over there. I'm going to 58th Street, but you need four people in a car to be allowed to drive into the City. You wanna ride?"<br>
"Nah, man. You're a stranger. Good luck with that, though."

"You know what I want for Christmas, mom."<br>
"What?"<br>
"I'm not asking you <i>if</i> you know; I'm telling you that you <i>do</i> know."<br>
"<i>What?</i>"<br>
"What do you mean, '<i>What</i>'?" You know, right?"<br>
"How would I know?"<br>
"Mom, you always know."<br>
"Not this year, Stephen. This year I don't know. Tell me."<br>
"I don't want to tell you. I want you to just know."<br>
"Stephen, I'm telling you: I. Don't. Know."<br>
"Yes, you do."<br>
"Stephen!"<br>
"Mom!"<br>
"Just tell me, boy."<br>
"Nope."<br>
"That's it."<br>
"What?"<br>
"You're getting socks."

There are currently no "Y" words in the <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/reference/50/index1.html">Audio Glossary</a>, so my contribution should induce no unnecessary pushing or shoving.

Madison Avenue is normally a nearly impenetrable fortress of buses. Crossing it is a choking, weaving, stuttering adventure; a New York City version of Chutes and Ladders.