BY THE WAY, sorry for the lack of posting this afternoon. Nina and I took a trip down to the Gilroy Outlet Mall, where we bought all sorts of odds ends from Mr. Lauren, the Brothers Brooks, and a few other stores.
And incidentally–is there a law that says that all music in these stores must either be bad ’70s retro pop or repetitive interstellar techno noise? Do the people who run these stores think America’s “Horse With No Name” or Loggins and Messina’s “Your Momma Don’t Dance” actually moves the merchandise??
Oh, and this probably a good time to post another link to my recent piece in The New Partisan, on the strange duality of American aesthetics.