jun 16 2004 3:05pm
one of the 800,000 cicadas around our house last month.
dancing about architecture.
Brent DiCrescenzo's Pitchfork reviews typically range from "self-indulgent" to "total wankery", but his swan song -- this Beastie Boys review -- has good stuff. Or had good stuff; they chopped out a lot of it. I guess the BBoys publicist didn't like being referred to as a prick. I've never met the guy but I have no problem believing that he's a prick.
The original review did a good job of reminding me why music is great, why music critics and industry people are tossers, and why lesson 2 from the other day ("avoid seeing your heroes up close and personal") is important.
They left the closing paragraph intact, and I like it pretty well:
This process has become unexciting and routine, which is why I bid the world of music writing farewell. Explaining why I love a record in the confines of its production, lyrics and instrumental "tightness" without detailing the first time I heard the band's song drifting from a bowling alley in Poland or whatever confounds me.
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