Stephen Mejias

Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 10, 2006  |  6 comments
I know that I can hear differences between... I mean: I know that music sounds different when...
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 09, 2006  |  9 comments
Alan is very laid-back. I almost typed "laid-baked," which would be an equally appropriate description. It seems to me that this laid-backness, not to mention laid-bakedness, is a fine quality in a bass player.
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 08, 2006  |  7 comments
1. My system, with the Moscode in it, seems to achieve greater soundstage width. In Ryan Adams' "Mockingbird," a tambourine rattles away far in the righthand corner of my room. It startles and impresses me every time.
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 07, 2006  |  2 comments
On the streets today, people seem so smart and full of Spring. Though the temperature has dropped ten degrees from its high, the sun is still shining. It's 32 degrees and sunny in New York City.
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 06, 2006  |  0 comments
John Atkinson just sent out a very strange e-mail:
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 03, 2006  |  8 comments
Happy Friday, lovely. I'm sorry for missing you yesterday. I started on several different entries, actually, but none went where I wanted. Which isn't necessarily bad — entries often take unexpected turns — but these entries, in particular, simply seemed not right enough for this space.
Stephen Mejias  |  Mar 01, 2006  |  6 comments
Dear "poker casino 875,"
I hate you.
Stephen Mejias  |  Feb 27, 2006  |  2 comments
While riding the F train this morning, I, for some reason, found myself face down on the Hawkins Street School asphalt. All over again, on this hot, summer, 5th grade afternoon: Jose Quiros pushed his weight down against my lower spine, clenched his angry hands around my 10-year old throat, and announced, clearly and confidently: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."