An Open Letter to My Audiophile Elders, by Erik Bobeda
Erik Bobeda is a full-time college student. With all sorts of debts and due dates and distractions, Erik Bobeda is also an audiophile.
Erik Bobeda is a full-time college student. With all sorts of debts and due dates and distractions, Erik Bobeda is also an audiophile.
I'm still surprised whenever approached by some faithless audiophile — hair thinning, ears sagging, belly bulging — and asked (seriously): "Do you think there's any hope for our industry?"
A few days ago, I briefly mentioned the fact that our totally radical magazine is also available <a href="http://www.zinio.com/offer?issn=0585-2544&of=ZH01&ns=zno">in digital attire</a>. It was on my mind because Dave Jenne, one of the production dudes at Zinio (our digital publishing partner), had sent me the link to our April issue. Dave sends me an e-mail each month. And it goes a little something like this:
Not too many people know this about him — not even his closest friends, not even his mother, not even his wife — but John Atkinson, editor of <i>Stereophile</i>, is a huge fan of The Fucking Champs. In fact, JA sent me this clip<SUP>1</SUP>.
Though I was doing my best to give passengers room to exit the train, I was hopelessly in the way. On some mornings, it's impossible to stand on the train and <i>not</i> be in the way. Everyone scrambles toward the open doors, as if departing this train, right now — right now! — means the world. The world. I think it's because I hate this, that I try to do the opposite. When it's my turn to depart, I move carefully and slowly, perhaps in some futile attempt to show others how gracefully done it can be. Fellow passengers, there is another way. Watch as I move through these doors with such ease and finesse.
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