I sort of forgot about this. A couple of years ago, I got to be a music journalist. I interviewed the White Stripes and then had to write a bunch of hoo-ha about their riveting life-changing rock star album. This, while I was busy listening to out-of-print Doris Day records.
I haven't read it since I sent it off, but almost two years later, I think it reads pretty damned well. Someone should fucking hire me. HINT HINT, motherfuckers.
