I ask this cos I read a piece in the Irish Times last week which was just all this insane polemic about the Clash and how they apparently invented dance music aswell as everything else and "todays pretenders wouldn't dare do the things they did" blah blah blah. And I mean afterwards I just thought maybe I'll email the guy who wrote it cos his address was there. But then I decided no I won't. Because it's just not worth it, these assholes with nothing better to write about than how great the music daddy listened to was make me sick. The Irish Times has the worst music coverage I have ever read in my life and for a paper of such repute it's a fucking disgrace. I think about writing letters but then who gives a shit in the Irish Times, noone I doubt, it's hardly known for the standard of music writing.
It's just the most annoying and crushing thing, in the end I just think what's the fucking point. I mean I can ignore bad records or a crap film but crap writing just seems to hammer home the point that no matter how much you write or talk or really make an effort there will always be that massive weight of accepted wisdom recycling itself over and over. And I mean if people can just read this stuff and think "oh yeah ok" then it just devalues all the good stuff aswell, I might as well be writing about how pop pap is killing real music or how pop idol is like eating a big mac, delicious but unfulfilling, because are the vast majority people ultimately able to tell the difference?
Anyway what is the worst reaction you've ever had to something? When I read this on thursday I threw a banana skin across the kitchen in disgust. I still might email the guy just to say "what the hell are you doing" because I have no doubt in my mind that he knows what a fucking chancer he is just spinning off some totally ott thing about the Clash cos he's got nothing better to write.
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:13 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:22 (twenty-three years ago)
― nathalie (nathalie), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― michael wells (michael w.), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:27 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:29 (twenty-three years ago)
are you saying that the article was a 'piece of art'?
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:30 (twenty-three years ago)
Bit of a stretch to call the article a piece of art but yeah I am.
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― nathalie (nathalie), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:34 (twenty-three years ago)
Also he's young and should know better.
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:45 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:47 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 10:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 11:14 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alan (Alan), Monday, 13 January 2003 11:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 11:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alan (Alan), Monday, 13 January 2003 11:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 11:22 (twenty-three years ago)
― andy, Monday, 13 January 2003 12:49 (twenty-three years ago)
I second gruesome episode was the point that the father of Gregor Samsa, (Gregor has turned into a giant insect during the night and remains in his room, shunned by his family, Kafka's 'Metamorhosis'), the father hurls an apple at his son, who scuttles away with the apple lodged in his back. The apple then commences to rot, in his back, throughout the duration of the story.My reaction to this is to harbour an unconditional fear of rotting fruit, and when, last autumn, I found a brown and squishy pear under my bed, I panicked and called my friend, Julia, to clean it away. I then took her out for coffee and cake. She did not seem too distraught, although she did have three sugars in her cappucino, plus a chocolate brownie...
― WilliamR (WilliamR), Monday, 13 January 2003 12:50 (twenty-three years ago)
(ones i didn't even bother seeking out: james brown's in the indie and steve sutherland's in nme)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 13 January 2003 12:50 (twenty-three years ago)
it's usually boredom - i.e. when i saw bodyworlds - wow - a coney island freakshow, but a terribly expensive coney island freak show.
but at an exhibition it's either claustophobia or boredom. or worse, a claustophobic boredom. usually, i just leave, as when i went to see cornelius, everything timed to the video screens, thought, this is worse than watching a channel five erotic thriller and went home.
― doom-e, Monday, 13 January 2003 12:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― doom-e, Monday, 13 January 2003 12:56 (twenty-three years ago)
good obituaries of a dead member of a band that belongs in the canon?! surely not.
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tom (Groke), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― doom-e, Monday, 13 January 2003 13:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:12 (twenty-three years ago)
i will finish this strummer piece, just not today!! i have two in-between deadlines (today and thursday) which have derailed it
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:15 (twenty-three years ago)
in the year 2025...mark s finishes his obit of joe strummer to be read outside the joe strummer memorial institute in west london.
― doom-e, Monday, 13 January 2003 13:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― doom-e, Monday, 13 January 2003 13:27 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 13:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― baggy (baggy), Monday, 13 January 2003 14:05 (twenty-three years ago)
Arthur is an alcoholic heir to a fortune.
― Pete (Pete), Monday, 13 January 2003 14:27 (twenty-three years ago)
there is a lot of forgettable art/music/writing--i don't think of that as necessarily a negative assessment, more a neutral one. just a mental "meh". the reeeeally awful stuff you tend to remember, and not want to. stuff where you just cringe at the memory.
though then there's stuff that's so incredibly bad it's funny. that tends to be memorable too.
― JuliaA (j_bdules), Monday, 13 January 2003 14:48 (twenty-three years ago)
― dave q, Monday, 13 January 2003 14:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― nathalie (nathalie), Monday, 13 January 2003 14:59 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Monday, 13 January 2003 15:11 (twenty-three years ago)
I'm writing one for my college paper as we speak. I'll show it to y'all when I'm done if I'm not too embarrassed by it. ;)
― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Monday, 13 January 2003 15:30 (twenty-three years ago)
― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Monday, 13 January 2003 15:33 (twenty-three years ago)
Okay, due to an unfortunate difference between US slang and Irish English, this sentence is making me laugh much harder than it actually should.
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 13 January 2003 15:37 (twenty-three years ago)
― Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (cindigo), Monday, 13 January 2003 15:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 13 January 2003 20:21 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 22:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 13 January 2003 22:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 13 January 2003 22:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― toraneko (toraneko), Tuesday, 14 January 2003 00:23 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 14 January 2003 00:51 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 14 January 2003 09:03 (twenty-three years ago)