>>Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 17:16:12 -0400 From: "John L. Micek" To: Subject: Lefsetz Today. Message-ID: <007401c7c337$8b554f70$6401a8c0@mcall.trb> Here's a taste ... Speaking of satellite radio... I was driving to KLSX Sunday night and I was listening to XM's folk channel. And what came out of the speakers of my automobile had none of the immediacy of Britney or Beyonce, none of the in-your-face manipulation of Fall Out Boy, only an honesty I recognized, that I treasured way back when, before I knew there was a "Billboard", when you built a collection based on record credits, friends' recommendations and magazine reviews. And the resulting body of work, it was your Prozac, it was the antidepressant that got you through, but more than that, this music made life worth LIVING! The shows weren't extravaganzas, and they weren't expensive. Music was like milk, a daily exercise. You discussed music like cars or computers today. It was the most important element of your life. I can't decide if he reminds me more of Lester Bangs or of late-period Ezra Pound -- except without the whole crazy, Anti-Semitic traitor thing.<< The difference is that Bangs and Pound were actual writers with genuine talent. Lefsetz reminds me more of the homeless person I saw on the el last week who was loudly trying to explain his theories of extraterrestrial mind control to a silhouette on an "In Case Of Emergency, Please Exit Through The Rear Of The Train" poster. Greg Sager