You can ugly cry about getting over your love, or you can be suave about it. Yesterday we heard Lucinda Williams delivering the kind of breakup song that implies months of whiskey hangovers, unwashed hair, and the ritualized burning of keepsakes. Roxy Music delivers the kind of breakup song that suggests putting on your best leisure suit, cruising to the singles’ bar and possibly a discreet mournful sniffle or two post-rebound sex. Different separations call for different coping mechanisms. All are valid! The long, sordid hangover is not always inevitable; sometimes you can just shake it all off and stroll away with nothing more than a lingering tingle of sadness. A little melancholia just makes you look more cool, right?