Good morning!

I really want to make fun of this sale of paintings by Jerry Garcia, set for April 24-25 at the Bethesda Marriott. But it’s a benefit for Haiti. Also, Jerry Garcia is still dead.

The Corcoran ended its “Turner to Cezanne” exhibit a few weeks early, WaPo reports, for the same reason I can never get any sleep at night: the temperature in the room was unpredictable.

WaPo‘s Hank Stuever reviews Treme, the new HBO series by the minds behind The Wire. He says the former has the potential to be better than the latter, but it also has an obstacle to overcome—-not the complicated sociopolitics of post-Katrina New Orleans, where the series is set (well, maybe that, too). No, the writers are probably more worried about their that guy problem—-specifically, that annoying guy at cocktail parties who says The Wire is the only show he watches.

Lil Wayne‘s prison job? To keep fellow inmates from killing themselves. Ponder that one.

Knight v. West.

Wilco (The Summer Festival). I swear this blog will never make that joke again.