I’ll be sitting out all of next week and possibly for days or even weeks afterward, due to what promises to be the least fun move ever (do they ever get any easier?). Hopefully, as August winds down, I’ll be able to pop in every so often to play a bit of catch-up, but don’t hold your breath. The rest of the month could be … Continue reading Dislocation
Kit Rachlis on rap and black pop, from Mother Jones, January 1982 Continue reading Back on the Street Again
“As a critic — and as a fan — Rock doesn’t seem to fill me anymore. I admit complicity in my own alienation. Events had denied all of us the social stability which Rock requires.” Richard Goldstein, in 1969, demonstrating how weariness among rock critics set in early (was, indeed, I might even argue, built right into the profession). Continue reading A Farewell to Rock
Send it to The Daily Swarm. Continue reading Got a Question for Simon Reynolds?
Jack M Silverstein at Chicago Now says YouTube and smart phones are the music journalist’s new best friends: …you don’t have to be a pro with a pro set-up to leave your mark in the music journalism game. I don’t know if evilmonkey679 is a rock journalist or just a music lover, but who cares? The Evil Monkey’s channel is FILLED with great you-are-there concert … Continue reading Tools of the Trade
What in god’s name has happened to “America’s Only…”?? Continue reading Preview of Nu-Creem
An early review in Publisher’s Weekly of James Wolcott’s Lucking Out: My Life Getting Down and Semi-Dirty in Seventies New York: Wolcott… arrived as a college dropout in 1972 and scored a writing gig at the Village Voice — a snake-pit of feuds and nude editing — that inducted him into the city’s hippest scenes. Chief among these was the punk-rock incubator at the bar … Continue reading Wolcott Teaser