Stephen Mejias

"I was at Maxwell's last night for no more than three hours, and it made me terribly sick."


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"Oh," I say, "It's a rock and roll club in Jersey."


"Thank you for assuming that I'm hip."


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"You must have some insect genes."

As I was leaving Maxwell's last night, I ran into Melissahttp://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/092805withloss/">Melissa;.

Waiting for our food to arrive, the four of us sat at the wooden table, two to a side: Boy, girl, boy, boy.

I heard music, and I liked it.

I met John DeVore at last year's Consumer Electronics Show. Wes Phillips directed me: "Have you been to the DeVore">http://www.devorefidelity.com/">DeVore Fidelity room yet?"


"Nuh-uh," I shook my head.


"You should check it out. I think John'll have some stuff that'll interest you."


"Alright," I nodded.

I was unusually happy, and now I’m sad.

If it’s not the Avian flu, it’s the maple syrup.


&#151Nina Myers, Esquire magazine


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