oh, Stephin, that old hound

stephin merritt

Got up early on Saturday and headed for Book Passage in Corte Madera, where Lemony Snicket and Stephin Merritt performed their newest batch of bleak ditties for a mob of adoring young fans. Merritt appeared in his wonted dolorous mood. As Snicket fanned his accordian and gleefully warned children of the Complete Organic Pregnancy, Merritt hung his head low, strummed his uekele and crooned of the Baudelaires’ encounters with despair, death, and Count Olaf’s eye-shaped tattoo.

Later, I went home and made short work of Snicket’s last installment in A Series of Unfortunate Events, The End.

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