Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"? Yeah, well, last time I said that, you were *so* understanding. I think you told me to suck it up...I'd been thinking of making a sampler, but now I guess I'm not going to.
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Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"?
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was crazy.
The Village Voice has a long, long tradition of illucid music writing.
The Village Voice has a long, long tradition of illucid music writing.
New coinage for Tom!
"The professor then began to illucidate his point by speaking in some pig latin variant of Esperanto, citing works which didn't exist and authors of dubious character."
Well, yeah. Does "robo-skank" mean anything to anyone?
Well, yeah. Does "robo-skank" mean anything to anyone?
That's what I don't know! I mean, I can't tell the diff between Greil Marcus and Robert Christgau; robo-skank might have a long tradition starting with Robert Johnson at the crossroads!
No, not really, funny image of like a Bender-date though. Ok, so, I had a fifty-fifty shot at the reasons writers might want to quit. So that was a "Why bother when people buy junk like that?" I have it, too, sometimes, every time one of those "The Cat Who..." mysteries comes out, especially.(I need to stop thinking I am provincial and not cool because my instincts *told* me that sucked, but then I felt like "Well, that's fine for you, Miss Stuck In The Seventies and went to a state college, but if it was really deep, you'd never get it anyway.") That's all it takes to make me mistrust myself. Somebody is gonna make me buy a canvas with a dot on it, aren't they, if I ever make any money. I need to cut that shit out.
I can't tell the diff between Greil Marcus and Robert Christgau
To be fair, they look a lot alike.
To be fair, they look a lot alike.
Ahhh, the old David Lee Roth putdown: "You know why rock critics like Elvis Costello? They all look like him."
Their writing styles and aesthetics are very different though. Christgau actually enjoys music and isn't embarrassed to love something dumb if it rocks or pops or grooves or whatever. Greil will apologize sheepishly for admitting he likes "Surfin' Bird." Christgau spent umptyjillioni years doing the Consumer Guide so his writing style got condensed and gnarled - thus spawning the evil sentence I cited upthread. Greil's writing is better longform where he can stretch out with his notions. (He only really listens to music because it makes him think Deep Thoughts. I think he'd have preferred to be a movie critic if given a do-over.)
Greil peaked with Lipstick Traces when Punk dragged him away from his Dylan brooding. But he's done some serious backsliding then and I doubt he's listened to more than five bands that came up after 80s. Certainly no hip hop. Whereas Christgau was the first rock critic to write extensively about hip hop. And African music too, for that matter.
In short: Christgau much more reliable for music opinions; Greil more interesting to read, broader range of references, doesn't really like music, should stop writing about Dylan and Elvis altogether.