It was my friend in Hubcap City who first "turned me on" to where all the weirdest, most stimulating writing in the New York Times is: the cabaret reviews. Like today they were talking about "the abrupt interruption of a sedate passage with an explosive percussive burst that has the glistening texture of sunlight on a snowfield." And I was all, "Huh?" But then it turns out to be "a jubilee of the most rarefied sort." And I was like, "Okay, well, that sounds nice, I guess."
