the dungheap journalist

so it's friday, people out and about, talking, changing stores, trading weekend plans. i was talking to this guy about the trouble with magazines today and all the market research bullshit that makes htme un-reader friendly and almost completely useless. i was giving him this example of this psuedo-babble reviewer that works for rolling stone or spin, i forget which that writes his reviews like a thrid grade mother's day card in class. i half expect it to be in jumbled script and treading between three or four lines of space when i flip to the reviews section and he's included. i mean, don't get me wrong, but this is the kind of asshole who goes on Kazaa to download The Sunday's cover of "Wild Horses" and looks under Mazzy Star. The kind of pimple-faced reject to the rock-writing world that thinks it's orginally by Mazzy Star. you know the type, always treading heavy-footed down the musical halls and going on and on about how Led Zeppelin 4 is a masterpiece. the kind of yuppie bozo-scum that rips on pet sounds then calls the new Xhibit record "a genuine thrill ride", which, ironically, might be a direct quote from him.

anyway, that cocksucker grates on my nerves and should be executed once, mofai-vendetta-style for every piece of shit worthless wasted-page-effort to journalism he's ever turned in. i mean, christ, who puts their name on a dungheap like that?

2003-07-11 | 12:56 p.m.
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