I'm walking toward the elevator after interviewing Ariel Pink at the office of his new record label, 4AD, and I somehow manage to pass him coming the other way down the hall, even though he left the room only 30 seconds before I did. He is hunched and stiff. His chin dips below his shoulders' latitude. His black hair is scattered around the deep neck of his long-sleeved shirt. "Do you know what's—," he begins, as if usually surrounded by people who know where he's supposed to be next. "Oh, wait, of course you don't." He waves his hand and unlit cigarette in a get-out-of-here motion... More >>>