The Buyer's Guide (According to Art Dudley?)
"I don't dare open the file you left in my folder," says JA.
Stephen Mejias
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We Do Chicken Right
I'd have to agree with <a href="http://cgi.stereophile.com/cgi-bin/showvote.cgi?477">Tom Warren</a>. My current favorite indie record label is also Drag City — home of Smog, Silver Jews, Joanna Newsom, <a href="http://www.stereophile.com/records2die4/203r2d4/index3.html">The Fucking Champs</a>, Espers, Jim O'Rourke, The Red Krayola, <a href="http://www.dragcity.com/bands.html">I could go on</a>.
Touring Edition
Sorry about that. Kelli and I flew off to Maine. We spent most of our time on Mt. Desert Island. "Desert," in this case, is pronounced "dessert" (with a French accent, if you like). It was good and quiet. We drove along the coast in our pathetic PT Cruiser (Touring Edition), from Portland to Bar Harbor, listening to the new <a href="http://www.tvontheradio.com/">TV on the Radio</a>. It starts off like a Sonic Youth song, but the drums change it all. And then the vocals change it more. Of the words I could make out: Hey hey, my baby / Won't you lay your hands on me / Mirror my malady / Transfer my tragedy. We decided that he really does sound like Peter Gabriel.
With Three Zs
I've been working on the Buyer's Guide all day long. It's a drag. Zzz. If I was Elizabeth (we're now calling her "Lizzzie," by the way), I might let my hair loose and kick something.
How About a Name for This?
Todd came over the other night. He always comes with a surprise. On this night, his surprise was a rough mix of the John Atkinson-recorded Multi-Purpose Solution album, <i>In Bed</i>.
A Double-Edged E.
Because John is visiting manufacturers in Montreal, he missed this morning's rock awakening. We're gathered in my office, huddled round the sound, listening. "I'm glad John isn't here," says Elizabeth. "I need to break this in slowly."
Suggested Reading
Alright, Kristina, before you leave us for your boyfriend and Boston, before you dive into ontology and photography, before you dedicate your days to the books and your nights to the booze, before you lose track of the earth's revolutions — keeping time, instead, with semesters and exams — before all of that and everything else, if, in fact, you do decide you want to fill your spare moments with music — good music, produced with magic — then I've found a few things for you to read. I hope this will help.
"Salesmen, Cheats and Liars," Shakespeare, My Butt..., Lowest of the Low
<i>The song title is fitting, considering some of the "miracle tweaks" that exist in the audiophile world.</i>
Audio for the Right Minded Listener
While doing some research for our November issue, I found myself clicking around the Bel Canto site, and guess what I discovered: