I won't fuck us over
A friend turned up this Torontoist account of the first time I saw the National; it's very well written, and David Topping's a really nice guy, but I'm especially pleased/amused because I'm the "Stylus Magazine writer" he mentions meeting at the show. I feel a little bad; I expressed interest in Torontoist when I met David at the show and got his email address, then promptly lost that scrap of paper in my apartment and never got back to him. I'm sure he doesn't need the help, but still.
(oh, and "Mr. November" is in my mind about a ballplayer and Bush and Berninger's normal office Everyman, all at once - an open-endedness Topping notes, of course)
(oh, and "Mr. November" is in my mind about a ballplayer and Bush and Berninger's normal office Everyman, all at once - an open-endedness Topping notes, of course)
