Bashfully at first, we crushed on Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction's deliciously overpriced tees and old-timey stationery. Then they got coy with their glitterati First Friday openings (remember Abe-Lincoln-as-skirt-steak? Remember shmoozing with Jayson Musson?). Now, in conjunction with the Rev. Michael Alan's botanical illustrations on their walls, they're unveiling Root, an organic spirit that "wards against the ills of the current era." Root beer-infused booze? Um, we're in love. —Carolyn Huckabay
Here's a ca$h 4 gold scheme you can buy into: The Society of North American Goldsmiths conference at the Loews Hotel next week (May 20 to 23). Ask a certain kind of metalhead — you can't beat SNAG's lectures, exhibitions and mixers. More info at snagmetalsmith.org. —Patrick Rapa
Steve Earle has no bones about his love for songwriter's songwriter Townes Van Zandt, going so far as to bestow the Townes moniker on one of his kids — fellow musician Justin Townes Earle. On Townes, Steve Earle even bests himself, crafting a loving tribute to his mentor. Earle strips down Van Zandt's oft-overproduced catalogue, highlighting his humanity and stark beauty. While you're at it, watch the excellent Townes doc Be Here to Love Me, where Earle recounts his idol's life with the closeness of a fan and friend. —Molly Eichel
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Look, you're not going to gain any cool points by watching American Idol. Less about talent and more about charisma, likability, relatability and audience attraction, Idol embodies the tenets of American celebrity at its most base levels. When the eighth Idol is crowned this Wednesday, it will reveal more about us than any number of cultural critics could even begin to describe. Also, Paula Abdul is usually tanked, so that's a plus. —Molly Eichel
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