The nerve. The arrogance. Where do music critics get off throwing their opinions around all willy-nilly? Why should we care what some shlub at some kitty-litter rag thinks about some disc we've never heard of anyway? God--it's like they've got retired city workers from Philadelphia doing this work over styrofoam cups of coffee . . .
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Its called entertainment dumbass.
Why should anyone care what your opinion of them is for that matter?
Posted by: Truthman | June 11, 2009 at 07:55 PM
Entertainment, indeed, Truthman.
The subjective nature of this sort of thing is exactly what I'm attempting (humbly) to draw attention to. Bill's opinion of Joanna Newsom should be taken as seriously as mine, David Fricke's or Perez Hilton's--maybe more so. It definitely makes for good, as you said, entertainment.
Posted by: Josh | June 12, 2009 at 11:16 AM