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Marsupialized wrote:Thank you so much for the pounding, it came in handy.
have you seen this stephin Merritt article?
3Frere-Jones' rants against SM are typical of the PC crowd. Crap.
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4turnbullac wrote:http://www.slate.com/id/2141421/nav/tap1/
Ah, white guilt.
Hysterical, scattershot, bitchy white guilt at that.
Jessica Hopper wrote:Lastly, I resent being called a journalist. I'm not.
No. Kidding.
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6tipcat wrote:Frere-Jones' rants
Worst critic going?
Makes me miss my NYer subscription; I enjoyed my anger at those Frere-Jones' pieces...
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7tmidgett wrote:Jessica Hopper wrote:Lastly, I resent being called a journalist. I'm not.
No. Kidding.
She prefers to be credited as a 'textual engineer'.
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8tmidgett wrote:Jessica Hopper wrote:Lastly, I resent being called a journalist. I'm not.
No. Kidding.
I'm sure she was joking, but what a lame cop-out either way. When you work for the Reader and you publish a zine and you're a published critic all over the place, including the Voice and the Da Capo compilations, your blog is just more journalism- until you go off on a reckless tangent prompted by something you didn't really hear, and then you become a non-journalist harmless blogger again?
If you don't want to have to stand behind it, don't write it anywhere.
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9Flash! Jessica Hopper is a reactionary idiot! Sasha Frere-Jones is a New Yorker critic!
Having had a distaste for hip hop since its earliest days, I have run afoul of this mentality for twenty-odd years. If you are involved in contemporary music, it is presumed that you appreciate hip-hop, or are at least deferential toward it as an arm of black culture.
Since I have no taste for this profoundly stupid genre I have been called a racist on occasion. I am not bothered by this. I know that as a white man in the US I am directly and indirectly benefitting from genuine racism both specific and institutional. I have done so all my life, and I am ashamed of it. There is no uglier part of our culture, and I believe it influences almost everything in the public sphere. It may have had some dilute influence on shaping my tastes unbeknownst to me. I am even ashamed of the possibility of that. This is an attempt by someone else in my position to express and distance himself from this shame, and I understand it.
I have equivalent genre distaste for almost all heavy metal (hip hop's culture-mirror equivalent), pastiche production pop music like Brintey Spears, Beyonce, Avril Lavigne et al, the REM-U2-Radiohead axis of millionaire dabbling, trash auteurs like Outkast, Beck and the Beastie Boys, teenager fake punk, and melismatic divas like Celine Dion. This is less in service of elitism than in making it possible for me to walk directly to the part of the record store where the good records are. I know what kinds of music speak to me the least, so I don't spend my energy combing through them looking for exceptions.
Does this mean I limit myself? Certainly. I don't listen to as much bullshit as other people do. I am happy to carry this limitation. The groaning of the shelves under my record collection indicates that I am not wanting for variety in my listening because I don't own have either a Garth Brooks album or a Kool Keith 12-inch sitting there unlistened-to.
Picking on a tiny Southern queer for his music tastes and calling him a "cracker" is about as stupid as criticism can get.
Having had a distaste for hip hop since its earliest days, I have run afoul of this mentality for twenty-odd years. If you are involved in contemporary music, it is presumed that you appreciate hip-hop, or are at least deferential toward it as an arm of black culture.
Since I have no taste for this profoundly stupid genre I have been called a racist on occasion. I am not bothered by this. I know that as a white man in the US I am directly and indirectly benefitting from genuine racism both specific and institutional. I have done so all my life, and I am ashamed of it. There is no uglier part of our culture, and I believe it influences almost everything in the public sphere. It may have had some dilute influence on shaping my tastes unbeknownst to me. I am even ashamed of the possibility of that. This is an attempt by someone else in my position to express and distance himself from this shame, and I understand it.
I have equivalent genre distaste for almost all heavy metal (hip hop's culture-mirror equivalent), pastiche production pop music like Brintey Spears, Beyonce, Avril Lavigne et al, the REM-U2-Radiohead axis of millionaire dabbling, trash auteurs like Outkast, Beck and the Beastie Boys, teenager fake punk, and melismatic divas like Celine Dion. This is less in service of elitism than in making it possible for me to walk directly to the part of the record store where the good records are. I know what kinds of music speak to me the least, so I don't spend my energy combing through them looking for exceptions.
Does this mean I limit myself? Certainly. I don't listen to as much bullshit as other people do. I am happy to carry this limitation. The groaning of the shelves under my record collection indicates that I am not wanting for variety in my listening because I don't own have either a Garth Brooks album or a Kool Keith 12-inch sitting there unlistened-to.
Picking on a tiny Southern queer for his music tastes and calling him a "cracker" is about as stupid as criticism can get.
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10No one who expressed a dislike of polka would ever have to defend his attitudes toward Poles.