Hey, have you guys heard the new Iron & Wine album, <i>The Shepherd's Dog</i>? It's been out for awhile now, but Robert just let me borrow his copy. I don't know what it is about Sam Beam, but his music has a way of getting me all nostalgic for every love I've ever felt. Then I imagine myself older, looking out of some unfamiliar window, a scene dressed in orange and green and blue, warm air, some trees, alone and feeling alright.
Associate publisher Keith Pray took a small spoonful and gasped: "Oh my god, that's hot!"
<i><b>Trilla</i></b><br>
Deadly Dragon Sound
Alright. There was <a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB119464399153888326.html">that piece</a> in the Wall Street Journal where the writer, Terry Teachout, says he's cool with MP3s because they're wildly convenient and because he can't hear very well anyway, being middle-aged and all. He goes on to say that his hearing loss has set him free from the "snare and delusion of audiophilia"—that wallet-choking merry-go-round of upgrading for sonic improvements.
The PATH train ride from Grove Street in downtown Jersey City to Church Street in lower Manhattan takes about seven minutes, maybe less, and offers a chilling tour of Ground Zero. For just a dollar-fifty, you get a Disney-like theme park stroll through a chalky gray wasteland that'll have you wondering why no real memorial exists.
Sam Tellig doesn't call the office often. In the seven years that I've been at <i>Stereophile</i>, Sam has called only a handful of times. When he <i>does</i> call, however, it's serious. Sam just called.
"What's <i>that?!</i>" cried music editor Robert Baird, pointing to the plastic-sleeved CD on my desk.
