Never let it be said that the Times doesn't plan their lead stories with a certain eery coincidence in mind. Lou Reed, the Baudelaire of electro-shock therapy and bloodless European revolution, is performing his "Berlin" song cycle in Brooklyn this week. (It's pretty much Weimar without the sex, to borrow Hitch's line about the Clinton years.)
And just an inch or two about that feature is a piece about the second-hottest academic conference happening before Christmas: this one on whether antidepressants cause suicide.
Since I've fallen off with my "Music Videos Andrew Sullivan Too Afraid to Show You" beat, here's everyone in the music industry singing Reed's anthem to self-inflicted expiry, "A Perfect Day."
Glam rock, neurosis, death wish, Paxil — if that doesn't spell Jewcy, I'm a cantaloupe.
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