“Record-label woes, lineup changes, trouble at home, and an alluring new bass player on the road: a diary of a rock ‘n’ roll divorce from the founder of Luna.” A very personal excerpt in Vogue from Dean Wareham’s new book Black Postcards. (pity it isn’t parenthetically titled “I shagged Jem and you have another eyelid”) [metafilter tears Dean a new one. I love it!]