by carl wilson

Hello, Lampposts, Whatcha Knowin'?


Friday afternoon we'll return to neglected conversations, including crosstalk with Aaron about the psychogeographics of Feist (and why he suddenly craves to pick on the Junior Boys!)

For now, though, just more reading to pass along, most of it via Jason Gross:

* Perfect Sound Forever's Kevin Coyne obituary, with the beautiful title "Death of a Happy Little Fat Man."

* Rob Harvilla wantonly drops the neutron on rock-crit cliches and leaves not a one of us unscathed.

* Salon (meaning you'll have to watch a little ad to get access) celebrates/mourns the death of payola (in the form of "indie promoters") - fretting that the reform for which Salon author Eric Boehlert essentially has been campaigning for years will actually harm radio. Geez, now he tells us. Hypocrisy aside, though, actually I have faith that as long as there is commercial radio, payola will a way, as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, ayyyymen. (Remember: Radio is in the hands of such a lotta fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.)

* (PDF) Robert Christgau's history of rock criticism, accompanied by several valuable essays, especially Sasha's perfectly balanced piece about why musician-critics are neither more nor (mostly) less desirable than non-musician critics, but the two categories of writer are in fact valuably different. (Our crit-hater brethren in the jazz community gotta read this.) 非常にスマート! (Via Scott.)

* And most of all Greg Tate's kick-every-ass-in-boot's-reach essay on the 30th anniversary of hip-hop in The Village Voice, which may or may not add any measurable quantity to the general store of knowledge on the subject but seems like a damn fine place to begin taking that inventory. So I expect we'll be a'hikin' back to that last tree to retrace some steps this weekend.

* Which reminds me, I need to get ahold of Jeff Chang's book (Can't Stop Won't Stop: A History of the Hip-Hop Generation). And so do you. I mean, hell, the intro is by Kool Herc. Jeff talks to Oliver Wang about it and even baits us with an excerpt. And, natch, he has thoughts on Tate's piece, too.

* Tate II: On Nas. Yes, yes and yes.

The Writ | Posted by zoilus on Friday, January 07 at 02:00 AM | Linking Posts | Comments (4)



No, that's one of those special qualities about Zoilus: "All pictures guaranteed rip-offs." I have no digital-camera-thingy. Hell, I'm a music writer and just got an iPod now, a bazillion years later. You think I have visual apparati? It is to laugh.

Posted by zoilus on January 8, 2005 02:53 AM



I thought maybe you or Mrs. Zoilus took it, say on Palmerston or something.

Posted by Sean on January 7, 2005 04:17 PM



Jesus fucking christ. All those ideas, all those links, and all the people care about is the frigging pretty pictures. You squeeze and squeeze and I bleed like a sacrificial goat for you. "Where did the lamppost picture come from?" Motherfucking fuck.

(I don't actually remember. It came from one of them there internets.)

Posted by Zoilus on January 7, 2005 02:45 PM



Hey Carl, where did the lamppost picture come from?

Posted by Sean on January 7, 2005 01:14 PM




Zoilus by Carl Wilson