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Originally Posted by Baby Lee
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.
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I went 1:1 with one once. Pompous piece of shit. I asked him where he gets off critiquing something he can't even do, or simply failed at. He says some bullshit like it's guys like him that keep music "real". WTF?!!
The artist, ARTISTS, and fans determine that. "I" determine that. For ****ing ME.
Holy shit, I hate critics. Shit mother****er. **** ass pussy ass bundle of stickss. All of them. God, I feel like robbing a bank.
**** them. Losers.