All apologies

Nirvana Unplugged in New York is the most flatly depressing album there is. Who, listening to Cobain slouch through the Man Who Sold The World, didn't know that he was about to top himself? Anyone who tries to play you that album is not your friend – they're involved in a plot to cause you to take your own life.

Anyway, I have some more freelance work today, so let's continue the intellectual nose dive that the blog has taken in recent days with this apology from Stevus Gee.