You have to go to Commentary under Norman Podhoretz to find a periodical that takes itself so seriously.
Except that Commentary under Norman Podhoretz was alive and original and really good.
You have to go to Commentary under Norman Podhoretz to find a periodical that takes itself so seriously.
Except that Commentary under Norman Podhoretz was alive and original and really good.
I wonder if being online has cowed music critics a bit – since now you know you're going to read people's reactions to your opinion in the comments section/facebook/twitter/whatever, it's safer to write an objective-seeming analysis of the historical context of the record and fairly uncontroversial (because unfalsifiable) stuff about the "knotty" weaving of syllables, etc. I certainly felt that vulnerability when I wrote reviews online (and hardly anybody read them, I assume). Not just from the artist's fans but from the artist themselves.
See how I'm riddled with self-doubt, the modern malaise?Also interesting to consider that being a music journalist in the pre-internet era was probably much more of an extrovert's sport. You perhaps had to get out there more, meet musicians, put yourself in the firing line more.
Whereas nowadays it really can just be a matter of sitting in your bedroom listening to music and writing about it.
On facebook I am friends with Neil Kulkarni and Everett True (never met either in real life though and having seen their facebook personas I'm not sure I'd particularly care to) and they very often talk (brag in fact) about the number of rockstars they have so incisively and brutally taken down with their brilliant and merciless skewerings that the hapless victim, unable to match them wit for wit, was reduced to beating them up or threatening to beat them up or calling them a cunt or whatever.I faintly recall an interview with Killing Joke where they basically offered the journalist out because of a bad review he had previously given them - I tried googling it and found this Guardian article which lists other bands grievances with journalists - it doesn't mention the Killing Joke incident I was thinking of, but does mention another where they dumped a load of maggots and offal on some Melody Maker journalist's desk..
I hope my site survives, but I have to be honest and say I’m more concerned about the general landscape that all music magazines occupy. Yes, we do need a music press independent of streaming platforms to help us sift through the mountains of crap, but we need people to see that we are far more than just than a glorified Argos catalogue. When we lose the independent spirit of sites such as Pitchfork we lose something crucial of music itself, because to assume that record reviews only exist to help you buy music is a fundamental category error. Criticism is never, ever, just about the music. When we talk about music we’re often talking about everything else in life that is important besides.