Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Two for Tuesday special
Here's a fabulous two-part piece on how a music journalist was recruited as a word warrior to champion music and then deemed inappropriate for the task at hand
I Was Russell Crowe's Stooge
It's fair to say Russell's music was a surprise. Where I had expected a lumpen, tuneless racket, what I heard instead was something far less remarkable - the colourless strums of a subway busker glazed with the deodorized slick of Christian rock. The most charitable thing I could feel about it was that it wasn't complete crap.
Circus Maximus ¶ 6/13/2006 06:27:00 AM
Here's a fabulous two-part piece on how a music journalist was recruited as a word warrior to champion music and then deemed inappropriate for the task at hand
I Was Russell Crowe's Stooge
It's fair to say Russell's music was a surprise. Where I had expected a lumpen, tuneless racket, what I heard instead was something far less remarkable - the colourless strums of a subway busker glazed with the deodorized slick of Christian rock. The most charitable thing I could feel about it was that it wasn't complete crap.
Circus Maximus ¶ 6/13/2006 06:27:00 AM
