Yes, I miss Melody Maker too, for most of the same reasons. And The Face.
Look, at least there are no rockets in this post. So you get a gratuitious Justin Robertson track.
Yes, I miss Melody Maker too, for most of the same reasons. And The Face.
Look, at least there are no rockets in this post. So you get a gratuitious Justin Robertson track.
But the problem with MM, as with the NME, was not just it was pretentious but that it was appallingly badly written. There was barely a journalist on either paper who could write a simple sentence, making a clear and considered point, without trying to show off. Everybody seemed to consider that the way to write was to make hyperbolic claims, in long and unreadable sentences – making far too many references to difficult books that they had either left unread or failed to understand.
Really, they should all have been sent to work camps from which they would not have been released until they could recite Politics And The English Language from start to finish.
I knew a few of these people personally. I once had to write to one after he had a piece in Guardian Weekend containing a sentence in which the main verb was the fiftieth word.
Pop music – by and large it’s about young people on the make making a lot of noise about themselves. Pop music journalism, more so.
Really, they should all have been sent to work camps from which they would not have been released until they could recite Politics And The English Language from start to finish.
Fucking hell, that’s the inevitable tragedy of revolution right there.
I agree that Simon Price was an utter arsewit and is still one at the Indy.
Still, I don’t think any of these people was as completely talentless as Barney Ronay, and he does all right.
Hey, compare them with well-known bloggers…
I am considering starting a website following Barney’s desperate Guardian pieces.
It will be called The Talentless Mr Ronay.