Things I do not understand: Why is this blind item about a “Pitchfork-magazine indie-music darling” who happens to enjoy a martini or two–despite claiming that he doesn’t—worthy of a post on Crazy Days And Nights, the blog that usually serves as my chief fix for bemused commentary on the famous and semi-famous people who double as occupational hazards for anyone employed by the celebrity-industrial-complex? A lot of the commenters seem just as confused, with one going so far as to say, “I can’t blame a guy who’d rather drink martinis than work on a record.” Gasp! We’re so out of the music zone, you guys. [Crazy Days And Nights]