Big E for Ex

My ex-husband, I’ve noticed, has lately been contributing record reviews on a semi-regular basis to the Village Voice. My inner Miss Catty has to comment that he’s got a great editor there, capable of turning his often rambling and incoherent prose into something readable. (Uh, yeah, I get your point.) Still, I appreciate that this is an unprecedented, redemptory career high for him. The Village Voice, journalistic home of his idol Robert Christgau! (Robert Christ-God, I used to tease.) The thing about my ex is that he really truly deeply loves the music, he’s not a poseur even when he’s incomprehensible. Good going, E. Congratulations.