Wes Phillips

"You think I can't?" sez Huckleberry. "Look at these ears—solid gold, baby."

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an empty box in a good location, must be in want of a cat.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he ask 36 questions or just 35?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is the most powerful melodic neuroimaging test in the world, and could blow your ears clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

<I>Chesky Jazz SACD 321.hybrid multilayer SACD Bob Belden, David Chesky, prods; Nicholas Prout, eng. DDD. TT: 60:00.

Stephen Walsh's new biography of Stravinsky sounds as though it proves that, at least when it comes to hagiography, sometimes art is better without Craft (<I>ahem!</I>).

If you've flown anywhere in the last decade or so, you've seen <I>SkyMall</I>, that compendium of useless, hopelessly geeky, and just downright strange products. Pretty hard to parody something like that, eh?

Knife wielding farmer's wives look out!