Monday, September 06, 2004
Poor, poor pitiful me's = poor, poor pitiful us
" I recently switched my job title from pop music critic to critic at large. I thought I did this so I could cover more cultural turf. Now I realize I must have done it so I could run away from the most boring pop music scene since the pre-Elvis wasteland. Ask not for whom the death knell tolls, all ye popularazzi. It tolls for thee."
Neva Chonin: We who are about to mock salute you
Dear Neva,
Sister, I'm sorry for your pain and anguish. I can relate to the agonies of profession. You have to be tough to look at pop culture.
There's still good music to be found, have no fear. But as you suspect and know, it likely resides elsewhere than the place you described.
I write to say only I had a helluva good time today listening to Jony Iliev doing the asphalt tango. I wish you could have shared that music with us today, as beguiling as a bower of blossoms, and experienced the joy that grew as the music wafted through the air.
Wuv,
Barbara
¶ 9/06/2004 08:12:00 PM
" I recently switched my job title from pop music critic to critic at large. I thought I did this so I could cover more cultural turf. Now I realize I must have done it so I could run away from the most boring pop music scene since the pre-Elvis wasteland. Ask not for whom the death knell tolls, all ye popularazzi. It tolls for thee."
Neva Chonin: We who are about to mock salute you
Dear Neva,
Sister, I'm sorry for your pain and anguish. I can relate to the agonies of profession. You have to be tough to look at pop culture.
There's still good music to be found, have no fear. But as you suspect and know, it likely resides elsewhere than the place you described.
I write to say only I had a helluva good time today listening to Jony Iliev doing the asphalt tango. I wish you could have shared that music with us today, as beguiling as a bower of blossoms, and experienced the joy that grew as the music wafted through the air.
Wuv,
Barbara
¶ 9/06/2004 08:12:00 PM
