Classic Albums
Classic Albums: Solo Drumming by Fritz Hauser
Recorded live at the Martin-Gropius-Bau (Berlin) on the nights of April 4-7, 1985.
Classic Albums
Classic Albums: Analysis Of The Musical Cryptograms / The Heavenly Ladder by Adolf Wölfli
The granddaddy of outsider art, Adolf Wölfli (1864 – 1930), lived out his adult life inside Waldau Clinic in Bern after a series of failed child molestation attempts (Wölfli was abused as a child, orphaned at age 10, and suffered from psychosis and hallucinations). He […]
Classic Albums
Classic Albums: Expériences Musicales by Jean Dubuffet
“Certain unexpected windfalls … come of improvising on an instrument one doesn’t really know how to use.” ~ Jean Dubuffet
Art&Culture
Serious Eye Candy: Duchamp’s Rotoreliefs
Marcel Duchamp published his 6 double-sided Rotoreliefs, he referred to them as optical entertainment, in 1935. These discs were meant to be ‘played’ on a turntable at 33 1/3.
Art&Culture
Hollywood Hospital’s Acid Room: LSD, Dali, and Bach
The Acid Room, Hollywood Hospital, New Westminster, Canada I know a place, a place where, for a price, you can take LSD and be guided on your trip by the “Johnny Appleseed of LSD” while listening to Bach on thehifi and staring at Salvatore Dali.
Road Tours
Road Tour: Fi
Did you ever wonder what the inside of a Fi looks like? Between the sheets, so to speak? I’m not talking about capacitor types and signal path lengths, I’m talking about seeing past the parts into the heart and soul of the beast to have […]
Art&Culture
Recommended Reading: The Recording Angel
It started innocently enough—I’d responded to an odious email from an angry and obnoxious reader who was responding to my Stereophile AWSI but asked JA and Stephen to give it quick read-through before I hit send to make sure I was being clear. I have […]
Art&Culture
Playing It Over and Over, by Herbert Reichert
I was born in Chicago in 1949. I was a skinny feminine nerdy kid that couldn’t sit still. I didn’t talk. I was a ‘rocker’. I called it “bouncing”. Whenever I sat in a chair, I rocked back-and-forth. My parents were embarrassed and none of […]