Hahahahaha.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
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.
The Pope. For him, rock music reached its pinacle with the Sex Pistols.
Nah, he was still on the wrong side of the Wall for the Pistols. The Plastic People of the Universe were his boys.
Start with Nick Hornby, Rio. Dave Marsh is quite the offender in this, too.
Thanks, Hayden. I'd thought of Marsh but not Hornby, but he's a perfect example.
Here's Slate's round-up of articles about the recent Hornby brouhaha, including links to Hornby's Times op ed that kicked it off and some of the biggest name take downs of it. I find pissing matches of this sort really dispiriting and enervating, but the topic is guaranteed to come up if you'll be talking about critics and old fogeyism, Rio, so be prepared.
Who are some of the biggest-name offenders? Anyone?
Marsh is by far the worst. I don't think Greil Marcus has listened to more than three records by a black musician since 1974. It was practically front page news when he noticed the Geto Boys. Locally, Joel Selvin only writes about sixties and seventies bands. Robert Hillburn of the LA Times is sort of notorious for being stuck in the 80s (with some of my favorite bands, X and REM).
Seems like there should be more indie rock fogeyism by now.
Ooh, thanks, Jon. Not that I have time to read that whole NYT article before my interviewy thingie. But I get the jist. Very helpful you all are.
Steve Morse in the Boston Globe. I remember him complaining, when WBCN started playing more "alternative" stuff, that they were forgetting their roots and should play more Aerosmith.
Ooh, thanks, Jon.
Would love to take credit, but it was Joe not me. :)
I meant to type JOE! Sorry! Thanks, Joe!