Saturday, May 07, 2005
A Music Journalist Publicly Agonizes About Age and Occupation, But Seriously
'But five years is a long time in music journalism. The relentless pace of the industry contrives to turn a month into a minute, a week into the lifespan of the average McFly single. By the age of 29 (a pensioner by pop standards), I was beginning to run out of steam. The Hives hurt my eyes. Kasabian made my ears go funny. I got the bends from trying to fathom the point of the Strokes, and developed the dreaded "hack's back" (like sciatica, only throbbier) as a consequence of too much gig-going. I found myself thinking, "Music isn't as good as it was", and "Why doesn't anybody sound original any more?", and "£4.99 for The Best Of Toto?! Jesus! I'll take three!" I was an impostor, a sheep in wolf's clothing.' ¶ 5/07/2005 03:32:00 PM
'But five years is a long time in music journalism. The relentless pace of the industry contrives to turn a month into a minute, a week into the lifespan of the average McFly single. By the age of 29 (a pensioner by pop standards), I was beginning to run out of steam. The Hives hurt my eyes. Kasabian made my ears go funny. I got the bends from trying to fathom the point of the Strokes, and developed the dreaded "hack's back" (like sciatica, only throbbier) as a consequence of too much gig-going. I found myself thinking, "Music isn't as good as it was", and "Why doesn't anybody sound original any more?", and "£4.99 for The Best Of Toto?! Jesus! I'll take three!" I was an impostor, a sheep in wolf's clothing.' ¶ 5/07/2005 03:32:00 PM
