Stephen Mejias

That Brennan Guy

Stephen Mejias Sep 26, 2005 First Published: Sep 26, 2005

I received a voicemail from Eileen on Friday night, which said something like: "You missed my phone call again, and I’m here with Sean and Omar and Allison and Justin and Lauren and Scott and Cheryn, and we’re all waiting for you, and you’re lame."

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Missing My Friends, The Black Hollies, Playing Live at Maxwell’s Because I’d Rather Stay Home on a Friday Night and Listen to Smog and Listen to Diane Cluck and Listen to

Stephen Mejias Sep 23, 2005 First Published: Sep 23, 2005

I just want to sit here and be alone and think of her and drink Brooklyn Lager and listen to music and feel the cool new autumn wind blow through my open window&#151as soft and as right as her hand pressing mine&#151and forgive me, please friends, forgive me, but I’m tired and I’m happy and is there anything so wrong with that really?

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Lacking Profundity

Stephen Mejias Sep 23, 2005 First Published: Sep 23, 2005

We’ve reached the end of the week.

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Not Even a Vague Idea

Stephen Mejias Sep 22, 2005 First Published: Sep 22, 2005

I was 22 years old, and had no idea that high-end audio existed. No idea at all.

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The Marriage of Process and Product

Stephen Mejias Sep 21, 2005 First Published: Sep 21, 2005

I was 22 years old, and had just made it back to New Jersey from a four-month trip traveling around the States aboard Amtrak trains.

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Knowing

Stephen Mejias Sep 20, 2005 First Published: Sep 20, 2005

On this occasion, however, John had not come over to tell me to run. Rather, he had come to tell me where to go: “Good work, but I think you’ll have to steer more towards audio,” he suggested.

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Running

Stephen Mejias Sep 19, 2005 First Published: Sep 19, 2005

Seriously: Will you show me around?

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I'm New Here

Stephen Mejias Sep 19, 2005 First Published: Sep 19, 2005

The AZ9345 is on right now. And it sounds pretty damn good to me. I’m listening to Smog’s latest album, A River Ain’t Too Much to Love, and god, I love it. I love it. I don’t even know exactly what it is. I keep wondering, “What is it? What’s so great about this album?”

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Some Might Call It a Den

Stephen Mejias Sep 19, 2005 First Published: Sep 19, 2005

Not how. I mean to say: I should tell you something about the circumstances surrounding my personal act of listening.

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No Real Beginnings or Endings

Stephen Mejias Sep 19, 2005 First Published: Sep 19, 2005

The music we made in Genie Boom was not unlike the music made by the pumps and steam lines and reactors of Firmenich. Michelle drummed on garbage cans, a red school bell, a gas tank, whatever banged. Todd pressed buttons on his Casio synthesizer and Roland drum machine. I plugged five cheap guitars—old Silvertones and Kays, before they became popular—into whatever amps I could find, turned the knobs on my effects pedals all the way up, and screamed the lines from my poems into the guitars’ pick-ups.