Permit me to plan your dream weekend. You’re going to see a musician, a great one, play at a small club in Las Vegas. For a hundred and seventy-five dollars you could stand on the dance floor in front of the stage. But, if you want to sit down, house policy requires that you buy at least two tickets and pay an additional three hundred and seventy-five dollars which entitles you to a bottle of alcohol and seats at a V.I.P. table at the edge of the dance floor. At midnight, the performer will begin a hundred-minute set. Afterward, as you wait half an hour in a queue for a taxi to drive you to a hotel that is roughly three blocks away but inaccessible by foot, you will see adults throwing up into garbage cans and waving plastic necklaces above their heads. You will get to bed at approximately 3 A.M....

full article & pic at:

http://www.newyorker.com/...frerejones
[Edited 4/6/07 12:41pm]

is this a feature article or a 'talk of the town' piece? cuz i might just have to swing by and pick up a copy tonight! i love the new yorker!

Anx said:

full article in The Critics section. About a page and a half long, and a full page photo.

a lot of "flowery language" to appear pseudo-sophisticated since its the "New Yorker", but bad "research". Prince HAS written gems on the level of Raspberry, and I Could Never Take...
The writer, like most, seems to imply chart success to writing skill. She Loves Me For Me, Cinammon Girl, Lolita, and Love are a FEW recent examples of the complex, quirky, fun and now, mature subject matter she seems to like. Glad to see the "props" given, but struck me as nostalgic at best
[Edited 4/6/07 17:44pm]