For GQ, Chuck Klosterman recently flew out to Portland and interviewed Stephen Malkmus about the upcoming Pavement reunion. The story is a bit old, but when you take a magazine from the coffee shop because there's supposedly an illuminating story on Kobe Bryant (describing how he takes a helicopter to work) only to discover the Pavement piece, sometimes you get your news a bit late. (Read: no one on End Hits cares about GQ.)

Some have labeled Klosterman one of the greater music and cultural critics of our time. I think it's shit. So did my girlfriend, who bought "Sex, Drugs, and Coco Puffs" only to throw it away in disgust a week later. The Malkmus story is a bunch of asides—more about fantasy sports than the man himself. Maybe Malky was difficult, or maybe Klosterman didn't get him. Who can say?

The one takeaway from the piece—aside from reinforcing my feeling that Bob Nastanovich is happy-go-lucky rad and Spiral Stairs is stuck in suspended animation, pining for the old days—is how disinterested Malkmus seems in the Pavement reunion. He's going to do it, but if he's going to embue those old songs with any care or passion seems unlikely. But hey, give credit for Malkmus' admission that the reunion is basically about the money.

It's funny, really—as record dorks, rockists and so-called purists we often prefer a band not "tarnish" their legacy with a perfunctory reunion (sometimes we're right, ahem, Stooges & any band with dead members). But the owners of said legacy—the ones who we'd think cherish it most—rarely give a shit.