Lesson One in becoming a Muckraking Journalist:

Journalists drink a lot. You don't drink a lot. Don't go drinking with journalists the night before deadline. Gah gah gah gah gah.

Muck raked this morning (briefly - excuse me - efforts to be human call) - when Madonna collaborates with young performers, she sucks away what modest soul they may have in a way that reminds me of Elizabeth Bathory, and when David Bowie does the same, it makes me want to cry in a nice way.



I'm missing the Arcade Fire at the beginning of November. We're going to Berlin instead. That will be sweet - I love Berlin - but still, fuck. I think I'll try to see them elsewhere on the tour on a weekend away. After all, I'm middle class now; I can do that sort of shit.