Like many of rock criticsMarc Spitz, who works for the American magazine Spin, is broke. Fortunately, the “rich” record companies organize evenings in sumptuous hotels, often with decorations worthy of the Thousand and one Night. Invited to a reception in a palace, Spitz notices giant aquariums filled with live lobsters. He plunges his hand into it, seizes the beast with claws, slips it into his pants and runs away. Too bad for the rest of the evening, he has in any case just secured a good meal. This is one of the anecdotes found in the thick narrative Meet me in the bathroom (whose title is borrowed from a song by the Strokes). Published in 2007, finally translated into French, the book recounts the last glorious period of rock, in New York, at the turn of the second millennium.