Stephen Mejias

Alan is very laid-back. I almost typed "laid-baked," which would be an equally appropriate description. It seems to me that this laid-backness, not to mention laid-bakedness, is a fine quality in a bass player.

1. My system, with the Moscode in it, seems to achieve greater soundstage width. In Ryan Adams' "Mockingbird," a tambourine rattles away far in the righthand corner of my room. It startles and impresses me every time.

On the streets today, people seem so smart and full of Spring. Though the temperature has dropped ten degrees from its high, the sun is still shining. It's 32 degrees and sunny in New York City.

Happy Friday, lovely. I'm sorry for missing you yesterday. I started on several different entries, actually, but none went where I wanted. Which isn't necessarily bad — entries often take unexpected turns — but these entries, in particular, simply seemed not right enough for this space.

Dear "poker casino 875,"<br>
I hate you.

The signal <i>returns</i> to <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/022706romance/">the source</a>.

While riding the <a href="http://www.mta.nyc.ny.us/nyct/service/fline.htm">F</a&gt; train this morning, I, for some reason, found myself face down on the <a href="http://www.oldnewark.com/education/images/elementary/hawkins/hawkinssts… Street School</a> asphalt. All over again, on this hot, summer, 5th grade afternoon: Jose Quiros pushed his weight down against my lower spine, clenched his angry hands around my 10-year old throat, and announced, clearly and confidently: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."