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There's a knock-knock at my door.
Q: Bi-Wiring?
Fact: I don't even want to know what bi-wiring is.
Quality (Sound and Otherwise)
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Quality and Elegance at In Living Stereo
In">http://www.inlivingstereo.com/index.htm">In Living Stereo is located at 13 East 4th Street, one door down from Other Music and just across from where Tower Records once stood tall. It's a great place for a hi-fi shop. To get there, you might take the 6 train to Astor Place, where you will climb right into a blur of so much height and movement and memory.
Queen Majesty
Trilla
Deadly Dragon Sound
Deadly Dragon Sound
Quietly, Quietly Thinking
Radio Happy Hour
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Random Encounters, Random Songs
I">http://blog.stereophile.com/he2006/060406gang/">I totally agree with Wes. My favorite part of any show is meeting with fellow tribe members.
Random Thoughts: On Not Saying Hello to Nori Komuro
This morning, I walked right by electrician and idiosyncratic amplifier designer, Nori Komuro, and I didn’t say a word. Not even hello. Why didn’t I say anything? I don’t know. I had just emerged from the subway, and was walking up 32nd Street, toward Herald Square, and I wasn’t expecting to see an idiosyncratic amplifier designer. I was looking, instead and as usual, at the ground, at the sky, at high-heels and at skirts. I saw plenty of those. I was pulling a small handcart carrying a box of loudspeakers. Nori Komuro and I would have had something to talk about.
“Oh, loudspeakers,” Nori Komuro might have said.
Rather Revised
Alright, dammit, I give in: The new Sonic Youth album is pure beauty.