Longtime, close readers of The Corner (Corner groupies, some might dub you) know Rich Lowry occassionally gives me a hard time for “taste” in music. There’s always a little freedom that falls on the office when he is out and about (Preoria to South Bend this time): This morning, I’ve been editing NRO to Tears for Fears, Eddie Money, Bryan Adams, and other sometimes terrible (I can recognize this) 80s standards, with no worries that he might walk in and start laughing yet again (Falco being the all-time worst example of this) or call closing time. (Inside jokes around here are typically designated by bold, as some of our dear friends know all too well–something that has been going on since April.)
Why did I share that? No idea. But The Corner isn’t exactly hopping right now.