Come song,
allow me some eloquence,
good people die.
-Jim Harrison
Another piece from 2002. This was published on Pitchfork, but through several migrations/CMS changes, etc., it’s no longer in the archive and hasn’t been for some time. Which is just as well— it’s not very good. But I’m posting it because it was the germ of the idea for my Zaireeka book, and a few people have found it over the years. It’s even mentioned on Wikipedia.
buttonThose of you who read this blog regularly might recognize some ideas in this month’s Pitchfork column, which talks about Wavves, Best Coast, Pavement, Titus Andronicus, Billy...
My interest in defending Pitchfork is partially self-preservational: I don’t like it when people get weird...
New Guardian column dealing with the aesthetics of glut - artist giveaways, gigantic blog collections, CD reissue inflation, and how listeners are making sense of it all.
