Stephen Mejias

By now, I'm sure you've already committed the name to memory: Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson.

Awhile back, Radiohead held an online contest, asking fans and other ambitious artists to remix their song, "Nude," from the superb album <i>In Rainbows</i>. I forwarded the link to my good friend Todd, knowing that he could win it all&#151win it all!&#151if only he cared enough to spend the time with it.

"I hope you don't mind me drawing your attention to the following music video on the subject of student loan default."

I was the Mix-Tape Master of Deltona High School. Deltona, Florida, USA. Somehow, after all these years, I've even kept tapes from way back in the day. <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/062607letting/">You reading this, Kim?</a> I still have that tape you made for me, all covered in bubblegum wrappers and Band-Aid brand bandages and your sweet profanity. Tapes packed so tight and deep with angst and desperation that songs get chopped off at their bitter ends, are left to rot in some chocolate brown Memorex hell. All Siouxsie Sioux and Jesus and Mary Chain and Jane's Addiction.

Melissa's been listening to Fleet Foxes. She told me so yesterday, as we walked along Newark Avenue, into the setting sun. <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/092805withloss/">Like old times</a>.

Those of you in New York City this weekend should have no trouble finding a bit of music to enjoy. In fact, it might prove difficult to avoid. You may even find yourself dancing&#151wildly, uncontrollably&#151as you stroll along one of the city's many great stretches of sidewalk. The sidewalks themselves will vibrate like drum heads, bend like strings.

BillB brings up a good point. He writes: