You couldn’t help but think Casablancas was entering the Evan Dando/Alex Chilton stage, where unrealized stardom slides into a “now what?” twilight zone.
If every generation gets the TV show it deserves, then shows like Battlestar Galactica capture the ethical bankruptcy needed to wage a war on an undefinable enemy.
Newman slouched at his Steinway and sang about American hypocrisy with more sharpness and poignancy than the combined works of Thomas Frank and Maureen Dowd.