One of those weird moments of happenstance and serendipity occurred this afternoon during lunch. I'm reading "Slate," when a headline catches my attention: "My deafening faux French band." Turns out that the base player of Les Sans Culottes, Jean Luc Retard, is keeping a journal this week for Slate. How is this serendipity? One of the conversations I had Saturday evening was about Les Culottes, how they completely bite Jacques Dutronc, Serge Gainsbourg, and the whole late 1960s French Garage scene...but still manage to rock doing it. Mark had sung the Culottes' praises to me quite loudly and encouraged me to look into them and voila! Slate does the leg work for me.