Celebrating the invisible accomplishments of underdiscussed artists is perhaps the saddest and sweetest pleasure of the music lover. Latinists will feel me on this point but Hellenists will not. Love? Yes, I have nothing but love for the Hellenists. But my heart belongs to Ennius, and to Calvus, and to those writers of whom only a few lines survive.

To: Indie-leaning reviewers
From: Last Plane to Jakarta
Re: Interpol

One of the things we can do now that we're using Movable Type is something that might not seem so special to you-all but is sweet, sweet luxury to us: we can make a plain old what-I'm-listening-to-this-week entry like every other normal music-blog person in the whole universe. Naturally there are gonna be the stray few who think this is total bullshit. Those guys can pick up their refund at the office.

I'd add some commentary to the lyrics reproduced below if I felt worthy, but really, I don't, and I'd be suspicious of any character who did, to tell you the truth. Take it away, Rufus.