music and place, part 1.
Pitchfork just replaced their front page with a retraction of the review that I mentioned the other day. Hah. (a copy of the original article is here.)
I realized that saying "that reivew reminded me why music is great" isn't very clear. That review reminded me of the ways music can intertwine with time and place. My Bloody Valentine = the front porch of the house I stayed at the summer before my last year of college. Sepultura = driving around my hometown the summer before that. I saw Clutch live 3-4 times and hated them every time, then I heard Clutch once at my brother's apartment and I've loved them since. And so on.
I still have no problem believing that the Beastie Boys' publicist is a prick. What reason does he have not to be?