Stephen Mejias

Wes sends his "Hola!" from Barcelona:

So, I arrived at home (I mean, at Wes') one night, and decided to take John">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/101705huckleberry/">John DeVore's advice about popping a CD into the hi-fi as simple background noise. My plan was to listen to Smog's A River Ain't Too Much to Love while feeding the cats in the kitchen.

I was in bed for what felt like five minutes (it was actually five hours) when the little alarm clock let loose its hybrid buzz-chirp: 7am, time to wake up. I stumbled into the bathroom, my mind filled with thoughts of the previous night at Maxwell’s. The fluorescent white light above the cracked mirror blinked on and off for a couple of moments before steadying itself, reminding me of the camera bulbs that flashed while we were on stage. I heard myself think: “We’ll never play a bad show again. That’s all behind us now.”

Eric">http://www.ericswanson.com/">Eric Swanson, the man who makes our covers look so awesome, is visiting from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He’s in NYC to attend the PhotoPlus">http://www.photoplusexpo.com">PhotoPlus Expo at the Javits Center, but was able to drop by our office today and treat me to lunch. I’ve had the pleasure of working with Eric for about four years, but had never met him in person. We’d only communicated via e-mail and over the phone. I always thought, by the sound of his voice, that he’d be a kind and thoughtful person. I was right.

Hi Mr. Andrews. You left this">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/101405nosweeping/">this comment:

“Are these things on?”

I stood in my kitchen, looking around, dumbly: “What am I forgetting?”