As a primer, here is my first "published" piece wayyy back in October of 1998. It's a letter to the place where letters went on Addicted to Noise (RIP: July 2000).
Print Out, Clip and Save! Locale: A hole in a wall in grad school Topic: Other
Lunch: Scrapings from the side of the wall
Having been away from that which accesses ATN for a while, the first thing I read was the "HYPE feedback" for no good reason but to see what people are still whining about.
With that, i'm glad that everything is all right.
Here are some maxims worth remembering:
1. For every bad album review, there are 1,000 protests.
2. For every good album review, there are 1,000 protests.
3. "It's only rock 'n' roll" is a perfect reason not to listen to it.
4. Rock 'n' roll is the closest thing to a very important thing that doesn't exist on a good day.
5. When in doubt, there's always the Monkees to gang up on.
Keep up the good/bad/quality/other work,
Jason
Editor's reply: Amen! Except that we do like Mike Nesmith of the Monkees, still.
If that doesn't get your goat (or moped), try this from Amazon.com:
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
It doesn't do what your expect, and thats a good thing. July 23, 1998
Reviewer: A reader Written in an age where rock critics were still in diapers and hungry for that which was R n'R, Meltzer explores the burgeoning music scene of '66-'68 and uses all the words at his disposeal to get at the heart of the great musical beast wiht as crude and delicate a knife as possible:that of a kid running through a candy store who has the ability to find what doesnt work , could work and eventually does work (on a good day). It's more unusual than a normal book with the sort of title it has, and the rock world benefits and is sadly struck dead (now, at least) with immesne amounts of tragic justice which it does/doesn't deserve. But man, I tell ya, that there music he speaks of is good for every single reason he finds. Read it if you can see what's in the typing.
[The book in question was Aesthetics of Rock by R. Meltzer. It's also in question how anyone could find that stuff I wrote helpful.]
For my convenience, everything is done by lyric quotation:
where all roads meet, waiting for you
dem bones, dem dry bones
we've got some work to do now.
I am becalmed, lost to nothing, which is why this is the only dead link :)
They come better looking, but they don't come mannered.
grey skies, when i should see blue
hell of a memory is a heaven of pain
no self control
doobopshbop (extra points if you know what that's from)
... Caio, baby.
a dismal, pathetic chord sequence
