Right about now, I suppose John Atkinson and Wes Phillips are pulling into a rest stop, somewhere off the New York State Thruway. The sky is Sinatra blue and the air whispers secrets of spring. The doors to the Land Cruiser shut with a gentle thud, and the guys stroll into a 7-11 for some black peppered beef jerky, Nacho Cheesier Doritos, and a couple of tall Mountain Dews.
Ah, sweet road trips!
They're on their way to Montreal. Ah, sweet Montreal! I remember your red and green staircases, spiraling forever into the cold, blurry night. I remember your soft, white scarves and your high-heeled suede boots. I remember stumbling back to the youth hostel, alone and blind and afraid, with your telephone number in my wallet.
John and Wes—along with our guys, John Marks, Bob Reina, and Robert Deutsch—will be covering the Festival Son & Image, where they are sure to experience tons of beautiful and exciting hi-fi, insightful discussions, and lots of great live music. Starting tomorrow, they will be blogging live. I will be checking in with them often, remembering Montreal.
