Tomorrow night, I'm going to attend a wake for Tower, an event held by ex-Tower classical employees where we will commiserate, dissect, and reminisce about the good old days.

This is a great response to a bone-headed manufacturing ploy. Yes, it happens—a reviewer contacts a manufacturer for a review sample and the manufacturer responds, "Sure, as long as you guarantee good press."

<I>Drivl</I> gets it about right.

I've just discovered <I>Think Denk</I> (thanks to a link from Alex Ross' <I>The Rest Is Noise</I>). Billed as "the glamorous life and thoughts of a concert pianist," it's a good read&mdash;and Jeremy Denk is good company. Now I have to hear him play.

It is a well-known fact that a rock guitarist's ability to squeeze those really hard-to-reach notes out of a guitar is directly tied to the facial muscles. Over at WFMU's fabulous <I>Beware of the Blog</I>, Scott Williams has posted a tribute to the "guitar face."

Stop me if you've heard this one. . . .

When Harvard Business School Press wouldn't let Robert Sutton title his book <I>The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized Workplace and Surviving One That Isn't</I>, he walked. Sounds like it was HBSP's loss.