
While he never claimed to have spent six years as a Vietnamese prisoner of war, to usurp Sarah Pallin's favourite expression, Jean-Michel Jarre was a bit of a " miaverick !" Recently, as lame as it sounds, I have been the ostrich with its head buried deep. I have been drinking more, avoided thinking about the variegated possibilities of a Republican victory. I have not followed politics closely or listened to any new music in the last week. (In fact, I don't think I've listened to anything made since 1984.) But why Jean-Michel Jarre? [...]