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Originally Posted by eDave
**** music critics. **** them hard.
I don't give a shit about what some ****ing asshole "music critic" has to say about the music I like. I like it.  . That is all that matters. **** that coffee swigging, donut eating, fat ****.
While he's critiquing, the artist wrote, arranged, engineered and produced a work of art. And he is up there, rocking it, getting laid ALL THE TIME, and receiving the adulation of millions.
**** music critics. |
The only thing more useless than writing about eating is writing about listening.
I mean, some can do a decent job every once in a while of creating a mental picture for the reader, and at least restaurant reviewing can be enhanced with photos, but unless you have a long intimate relationship with a reviewer's tastes, their reviews are meaningless. Literally meaningless. I don't know how many music reviews I've read out of boredom when it's all of a particular newspaper I haven't read in the days before WiFi, but no matter how much effort I put into deeply appreciating the effort of the reviewer, and no matter how skilled and valiant that effort, at the end I couldn't tell you a ****ING THING about the music they were describing if I hadn't heard it already.
OTOH, NPR's All Songs Considered is a trusty companion.