Vanity Fair continues to deliver. Great article this month on rock star drug use. "Churning through a shelf of rock-star memoirs, the author identifies the five stages of drug meltdown that turned so many talents into vegatables with entourages. There's something wrong with music culture when even self-immolation has a familiar beat."

Those stages? Initiation. Intoxication. Enthrallment. Enslavement. Accptance.

Great anecdote about Ike Turner. Well, every anecdote about Ike Turner tends to be great. Apparently, he was pulled over after stuffing his car trunk with, not Tina, but towels, dinnerware and coffeepots stolen for the Beverly Hills Hotel. The manager said, "Ike, I'd have given you this shit, man."

Contains this priceless quote: "For Marianne Faithfull, barbituates and lesbian wrestling intertwined when she was seduced at the age of 17 by a pint-size maiden named Saida -- "Exquisite, like a little figure in an Indian temple -- who melted Faithfull's resistance, assuming she had any, with a Tuinal." I dream of having something like that written about me one day.