FUS

So, mused Maldoror, Jeffrey Lewis. Inheritor of the beat, punk, folk tradition. New York songsmith to the core. Instant throwaway classics. Bridge builder from The Dolls to the Dylan of Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues. And a thousand other acts in between. Nods to the blues. Theseus of the complex heart and the communist revolution. So good he deserves a tragic death with open heart by-pass to the hall of immortals.

Only one thing struck a false note to Maldoror’s ear. Lewis, he mused, possessor of wit, talent, looks, charm. Lewis, he mused, a man who writes songs about his inability to attract women. Ummm. Maldoror scratched his chin… Another disturbing case of FUS (false ugliness syndrome).