Stephen Mejias

Because You Asked, or: Stop

In a way, I started writing <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/the_dresses_the_shoes_and_the… Ryan Adams piece</a> at the moment I dropped the needle on the record&#151around two, or maybe closer to <i>three</i> weeks ago now. Words, however, weren't typed onto this computer screen until last Monday. Normally, I don't spend so much time on a blog entry. For better or worse, these entries usually end on the day they begin, but other things&#151work, Thanksgiving, life&#151kept getting in the way of my completion of the <i>Cardinology</i> piece. I think I could have finished it all in one day had I had the opportunity, and I also think it could have been a better piece if I had, but I am nevertheless happy with it.

Continue Reading »

The Dresses, the Shoes, and the Clothes

My heart is not broken. It is collapsed like the sun into the frozen Meadowlands. Sometimes, alone in bed at night, I get this awful, screaming pain in the side of my bony chest, in that empty space where I imagine you to be. It's not often that I do this, sit here. Listen to the same sad songs over and over again, sing along, cry, think of how these words were written for us. It's probably not a good habit to be getting into, but it seems I just can't stop. It's been more than two weeks now, and it isn't wearing off. Twelve songs, 40 minutes, over and over again. I can't stop. Remember when you said that no one else could ever love me like you loved me? I don't know if that was a gift or a curse, but I believe it is true.

Continue Reading »

The Open Bar

It's not all-audio all-the-time in the <i>Stereophile</i> forums. Every once in awhile, a fellow likes to turn down the stereo and reach for <i>The Wall Street Journal</i>, <i>Mother Jones</i>, <i>The Economist</i>, <i>Sports Illustrated</i>, <i>King</i>, whatever.

Continue Reading »
Advertisement
Advertisement
Advertisement