Pest Control & r & We thought we'd seen it all until singer-songwriter Ian Moore played Mootsy's last week. When a couple of drunks on the other side of the room kept interrupting his set, Moore unplugged his acoustic guitar, strolled over to their booth, and belted out a whole song just for them. The trick worked; they listened attentively from then on. Standing next to one drunk at the urinals later, he remarked, "Motherf---er knows what he's doing, doesn't he?"
Co-Worker Throwdown & r & Note, on page 37, the young, breathlessly handsome music and film critic in the bare feet and trousers in mid-leap ("skying" in the parlance of our times), about to block the hell out of a certain arts editor (Read his lies on page 17.) Were it a motion picture, you'd see the critic swat the basketball away and calmly say, "Keep that rickety Pistol Pete nonsense off my court."