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But fine, whatever, I guess these people *have* committed the crime of putting themselves on the line for music they care about, so why not snipe from the sidelines like evrybody else - that's what people seem to think the internet is for...
This is irony-free, isn't it? Cripes.
Oh, and just to keep the off-topic aflame, (paraphrasechrismorrisgo) I hate Everett True. And Careless Talk Costs Lives. Godawful, embarrassing and tawdry rag that it is. NME, Daily Star of music papers that it is, doesn't actually define the words 'pretentious' and 'self-righteous', having abandoned any pretense at actually being a decent stab at music journalism a loooong time ago.
This is not to say, of course, that the idea of the paper isn't a wonderful one, and one that someone should have had the balls to try a decade ago (and whatever his, probably arguable, faults, no one can accuse True of being lacking in testicular fortitude) - it's just that I don't think this is anywhere approaching 'it'. I feel myself cringing every time I read True's writing, his recent 'interview' of Nick Cave being a perfect (and perfectly awful) example. And that's with me liking - and in some cases loving - a fair proportion of the music they cover.
Anyway. Wonderful that I shall be catching up with so many of you more of you than I expected, especially some of you not from London, and cheers to the inestimable Superfly for dangling the 'cool gig' carrot for everyone.
PS: spooks has left the building as of seven this morning. She'll still be on the plane right now. I am Jack's horrible feeling of loneliness... |
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