Wire is often called an experimental and avant-garde band, but in fact they only have one experimental album. Listening to him now, one can only marvel at such bold innovation at that time. Only Sonic Youth were cooler, who later became new sound inventors themselves, noting some of Wire's influence. But it was a very good try. The release remained less noticed compared to the first works. But this always happens.

Michel Houellebecq about Covid, the peculiarities of writers' self-isolation and the obsolescence of Western society. This reflective letter, subtitled “Response to Several Friends,” was read on France Inter on May 4, 2020. Here is the text: (translated by Ella Dubois) Admittedly, most of the emails we exchange these weeks are primarily intended to check that the recipient is not dead or in a state of transition to another world.

The only thing that was recorded by the main slut of the 65-75s and that you can still listen to now (with the exception of the critic-licked and lobbied Chelsea Girl musical bohemia). The album features a mediocre cover of Morrison's immortal anthem. The entire album is imbued with a funeral mass. What makes it stand out from the (small) pile of mediocrity is its manner of performance and the minimum of instruments that set the tone.

Looking at John Huston's 1952 film Moulin Rouge, his attempt to reconstruct the life of the tragic little man, Count Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, I have serious suspicions. Suspicions related to the essence of the hero himself, but not only in his cinematic representation, but also regarding who he was in off-screen reality. The fact is that suspicions strongly indicate that Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec was not entirely human.