I’ve been starting to wonder if our tag line, “rock critics talking to, about, and with each other” is ready for retirement. It’s a statement less of purpose, I think, than of dreams unfulfilled (and maybe I’m just a little sick of it). Here’s a few I’ve been toying with lately:
Rockcritics.com: Where Rock Criticism Comes to Die
Rockcritics.com: More Than a Decade of Pretending That Any of This Stuff Still Matters
Rockcritics.com: Never Agreeing on Anything the Way We Agreed on Elvis
Rockcritics.com: Still Trying to Figure Out, What is this Shit?
Got any other suggestions?
RockCritics.com 
1. Rock critics: is there anything they *don’t* know? (best read in a Homer Simpson voice)
2. Rock critics: Triple-A till the end of time!
3. The Tree of Life
Rockcritics.Com: Rock What?
Rock critics: Still not impressed by Odd Future because Blowfly was truly transgressive
1. rockcritics.com: it keeps us out of adult day care
2. rockcritics.com: so’s your old man!
p.s.: I’ve never agreed about Elvis at any time (Chuck Berry’s THE MAN), and may have to file for conscientious-objector status if you select that one.
: Still on the fence about bands everyone else has forgotten
: too old to r ‘n’ r, too young to die!
Still trying to understand Greil Marcus.
Because Stephin Merritt needs us.
For people that think too much about Lady Gaga.