Stephen Mejias

Excuse me while I slip into something a little more comfortable.

The last outstanding editorial piece of our April 2009 issue is now being magically teleported to our pre-press peeps. JA says that means it's "beer o'clock" for me and "Chardonnay accompanied by Jello Shots o'clock" for Pip.

Me, too, Chan. I've lived in bars, too!

Oh, just making a magazine. That's all.

Friend and neighbor, Tris McCall, has been posting the results and analysis of his annual <a href="http://www.trismccall.net/critics_poll_2008_results.htm">Critics Poll</a>. My favorite bit&#151<a href="http://www.trismccall.net/critics_poll_2008_miscellany.htm">Miscellaneo… Categories</a>&#151went up today. I am even mentioned in the analysis. Always a thrill. Oddly, however, Tris notes that I am an "audiophile."

What depression? There's nothing like a good old-fashioned listening party for lighting a fire on your savings account. Might as well spend your money now before it disappears. Turn your money into stuff. Turn your stuff into records. <a href="http://www.devorefidelity.com/">John DeVore</a> should charge admission to his new listening room. Perhaps he'll accept payment in vinyl. I'd happily pay one limited edition pressing for an evening of outstanding music and fine company.

Remember my friend, Eden? The one with <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/project_sapphire_at_the_end_o… amazing apartment</a> and the Sota Sapphire? I visited her the other day. Slowly, so slowly, we're revitalizing the old turntable. Getting her ready to spin again. Getting her ready to sing again.