Gathering Moss

I had time to kill in the airport, so I bought the big special edition 1000th issue of Rolling Stone. Wow, does that magazine suck. Most of the issue is devoted to MTV-style self-congratulation, with little essays about covers that the editors have deemed notable, most of which consist of stuff like, "Wow, Keith was really hung over that day," or, "I was so thrilled to be on the cover of Rolling Stone, even if my hair was ridiculous." or "We all ran around the office in a daze, wondering how to face a world without Elvis/John/John/Kurt. We found this old photo that we hadn't used for anything else and saw that the fact that it seemed to reveal a certain sadness, as though he was already detaching from the land of the living." Uggggh... It reminded me of something I thought when reading that oral history of Saturday Night Live book: just because something happened doesn't mean it's interesting. My standards for an airport time-kill read are pretty low, and yet this magazine, cool 3D cover and all, didn't meet 'em.