On Tina Fey's hotness

But first a quatrain plus one:

Librium and Diazepam, sitting in a tree,
Gotta keep the pressure of your blood where it needs to be.
First come the shakes, then come the terrors,
then comes the funeral and the coffin bearers.


(I picked up the Million Little Pieces book while surreptitiously rummaging through a colleague’s bookshelf. Is there something magnetic/glamorous about addiction as metaphor? Did Oprah identify? I don't get much from the writing so far - detached narrative style meant to signify narrator's detachment from the world, the way in which his life lacks "heat" and fails to mean much. Anyway, I guess Librium and Diazepam are two drugs you take when you Come In.)


I’m not going to write about Tina Fey’s hotness, or even about Tina Fey. I’d rather write about Ian Mackaye, lead singer of Minor Threat, Fugazi, and the Evens and co-founder of D.C.-based label Dischord. There’s a cordial discussion about Mackaye’s newest project over at the Onion AV Club, which project is defined as “a war on volume.” The larger narrative arch of the piece involves the tendency of musicians’ performance level to diminish over time. Like the writers of the piece, I have a kind of awestruck art-crush on Mackaye. I’ve listened to his music for almost half of my life, to the point that I buy whatever album Fugazi puts out. But I haven’t heard the Evens, and I’m not surprised that there is an idea behind whatever direction that band takes.

You don't need to know anything about this band though - you just need to know that I'm trying to remember what they meant, because I'm trying to have them mean something like that again, and even if you don't need to know it, it's probably necessary for me to say it. For reasons that confound me. And that's not enigmatic, it's just one of those things that you intuit as something that needs doing but you're never really sure why. If I was you, in that example, anyway.

I have to go now.