An open letter to “Drops of Jupiter”
Your sappy, rambling, delightful rom-com of a song about soy lattés and tae-bo just doesn’t sit well in the age of Tea Parties and Wall Street occupations and dead Steve Jobs and Chicken McBites, whatever the hell those are.
Gaddafi, country music, and watch-lists: the world according to Andrew Mueller
The foreign correspondent and rock critic shares his views on music, the media, and the most dangerous places on Earth.
