If this doesn't say it all, don't know what does

Wyclef's Yele charity has recently drawn a firestorm of criticism, but he's not the only musical figure trying to mobilize folks and funds on behalf of Haiti. There's also an impressive number of benefit concerts and music events happening in the city over the next few weeks, plus a series of ongoing efforts from the likes of Lady Gaga to Clipse to Blink-182. Our exhaustive round-up of the ways artists are attempting to involve their fans, and the general public, in the relief effort, be it downloading a new song (or a great cover of an old one), buying a custom T-shirt, or sending that ever-so-simple text message. Did we miss something? Kindly leave it in the comments.

I wore straight-up hiking boots to this motherfucker, clunky and impenetrable, and sloshed invincibly across acres of gushy, foul-smelling New Jersey mud like a hovercraft, like a Range Rover, like God moving across the face of the waters. The mud is what we'll all remember about APW, first brought to life by Friday's torrential downpour and sustained Sunday morning and early afternoon by apocalyptic storms that deferred ferries and kept the gates closed for three-plus hours as folks Twittered irately. Once everyone finally got in around 4:30, the weather was actually lovely, not a drop to fall on our pretty little heads all evening. A fabulous environment from the knees up, provided you had a gas mask. Nearly every band's banter included a simple, paternal, deeply concerned question: "Are you all OK?"

U.K. rock-crit outpost Drowned in Sound is devoting most of its content this week to the question of whether rock-crit outposts will even exist a year, a month, a day from now. After an an editor's intro referencing new Voice columnist Christopher R. Weingarten's morbid Twitter-conference star turn (as seen above, still love the hat), we get one-time Voice columnist Everett True eulogizing literally-one-time Voice columnist Steven Wells, a rumination on recently shuttered rock mag Plan B, and other such thoughtful/morbid oddities. Dig this guide to being a rock critic, which vacillates between contempt ("Be mentally clear about your own utter irrelevance before you even start") and profound wisdom ("NEVER Google yourself").

The best piece so far, though, funnily enough, comes to us from a dude in Mogwai.

You've spent the week reading about everybody's best moments at ATP: making fart jokes on the Internet, being photographed while in the Lightning Bolt pit, eating a pot brownie with Steve Albini. What about the worst?

Ours took place about 90 minutes before the Monday-am finale to ATP New York, whereupon My Bloody Valentine would change our sonic lives irrevocably. In the merch-table corral, where Conrad Keely was selling his own shirts, a panicked girl ran in. "Something's wrong with Martin!" she whispered frantically. "He's in his room—they had to call the paramedics." The Mogwai merch guy took off.

"Martin" was Mogwai drummer Martin Bulloch. Bulloch has a history of heart problems and once even auctioned off an old pacemaker on eBay for charity. Less than an hour before, the 34-year-old had been onstage banging out beats befitting Old Testament judgments. But now, his band mates Stuart Braithwaite and Dominic Aitchison were now racing across the lobby, faces full of fear, with ATP organizer Barry Hogan. And Braithwaite was crying.

Mercifully, as you may've heard,Bulloch is okay. Via the official Mogwai site from Monday:

I was taken into hospital last night almost immediately after the show at ATP. I've been having some problems with my pacemaker for the duration of the tour and it unfortunately culminated in me being sent to the emergency room. The doctors there initially thought i would have to have corrective surgery at a larger hospital nearer NYC but i have been given the all clear to travel home on the understanding that i go straight to my cardiologist on arrival back in Scotland.

Tbh, i'm really bummed about having to go home and feel for the folk who had bought tickets for our upcoming shows but i can honestly say it would be almost impossible for me to carry on at this point as my pacemaker has broken skin and the surrounding area has become infected.

Mogwai had to cancel the remainder of their North American tour—understandably no word yet about rescheduling those missed shows. Fortunately, Bulloch's back in Scotland, being treated, and "everything's going well," the label confirms. Genuinely thrilled to hear.

Mogwai, "The Sun Smells Too Loud" (MP3)