Ruminations on Rock Journalism
My first issue of Spin Magazine was the December 1991 issue, the "Year in Music" issue. I bought it because I was at Penn Station, waiting for my train, looking for something to read, something besides Metal Maniacs and Metal Edge and Metal Hammer (all of which I also bought). I bought it because Jane's Addiction frontman Perry Farrell was on the cover, and I liked Jane's Addiction, and because the issue included some other new bands I liked Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and I was hoping for recommendations of more new bands I might like, andI dunno. Like I said, I was looking for something to read.
From that point, I did not miss a single issue of Spin Magazine for more than a decade.
That December 1991 issue became something of a Rosetta Stone for me, something of a roadmap, a blueprint on which to base the structure of my life. That issue featured the magazine's 20 best albums of the year, and by February of 1992, I owned all but two of those albums. In some ways, this represented a fairly substantial aesthetic shift for me. Dawn, Pet Shop Boys and Massive Attack represented something entirely new, something challenging and alien and exciting.
Everything about Spin felt inviting to me, as if the magazine itself represented a new, better life. In its tone there was an intelligence and Generic Cialis 20mg Uk attitude to which I found myself aspiring. It was stylish, artistic, elite. Everything covered in its glossy pages was at the cutting edge of hip culture. The bulk of this was obviously music, but what Spin offered was bigger than music: It was life with music at its center.
Prior to Spin, I did not ever, not once, read a periodical and notice the bylines accompanying the articles. The people who wrote for Spin, however, had voices and identities that were as interesting as the artists and trends about which they were writing. They were arrogant and funny and smart and cool. I came to know and follow their voices, their tastes, their styles, their names. Among a stable of superstar rock journalists, Greer was Spin's most enthusiastic, most sarcastic, most iconic. In 1993, he wrote a glowing, graceful review of a self titled album by a new group called Red House Painters, and that review introduced me to a band that would forever change my life. In 1994, Greer wrote a monthly feature called "A Year in the Life of Rock 'N' Roll," wherein he crossed the country going from Graceland to Seattle to Ohio to wherever writing about rock from the ground, as it happened. At some point, he got engaged to Pixies bassist/vocalist Kim Deal, and then he joined a band himself, playing bass for Ohio indie rock outfit Guided By Voices.
By then, I was studying English at NYU, with an eye on writing novels, but I met with my advisor to change my major: to journalism. As I saw it, if you Generic Cialis With Generic Priligy could write about rock music and travel across the country and make a living and marry Kim Deal and play bass in Guided By Voices I did not explain this thought process to my advisor, but that was exactly what I was thinking. I mean, it sounded like a pretty good gig to me, and I didn't have any other viable plans, so why not?
Spin's descent into irrelevance came slowly, almost unnoticeably. Somewhere along the line, Greer disappeared from its pages Cialis Pills and countless others, too, because that's what happens at magazines aimed at college kids and alternative rock lost its mystery, its cachet. Then, of course, the Web got bigger, and with it, so too did music blogs and daily music websites, and monthly music journalism became less influential and more reactionary. And Spin once my definition of cool, once the thing to which I looked for direction was pointless and bland and directionless.
A few months ago, Spin posted all Kamagra Australia Customs its back issues on Google Books meaning every old issue of Spin was suddenly available online, in its original form, its original pages. When I found this bounty, I gorged, going back to the early '90s, the mid '90s, reading those old stories and reviews and sidebars, looking at those old illustrations and photographs and advertisements, remembering exactly where I was at those moments.
This time, though, the writing seemed less exciting, more awkward. Sentences that once felt so eloquent, so pointed, just Buy Kamagra Oral Jelly Online Australia feltforced. They were kids. It was a different time.
As I (virtually) flipped through that December 1991 issue, I found a story I didn't remember, called "People You Should (But Won't Be Able To) Avoid If You Want To Be A Rock 'N' Roll Star," by David Quantick. Among those people, claimed Quantick, were journalists, whom he described as "a race of men and women who exist solely to bitch about the famous, to consume as many licit and illicit stimulants as possible, to travel to exotic and exciting locations at other people's expense, and to become as famous as possible with the least possible effort."
As I read those words, it really hit me how significantly rock journalism had changed.
Spin 25th Anniversary issue, a must read for those who were there then (and those who wish they were).
This month, Spin released Levitra Online Singapore its 25th anniversary issue: "The 100 Moments That Rocked Our World." It's the first issue of Spin I've purchased intwo years? I can't remember. It's really hit or miss these days. But this one was worth it it's a feast for anyone who, like me, grew up with the magazine, because those 100 moments aren't the biggest moments in rock because we know all that already, because who cares they're the moments that shaped Viagra Singapore Customs Spin. And to read about them today, with all this context and perspective and wisdom and remorse, is impossibly fascinating.
And one of the stories moment No. 043 is called "We're With the Band," by Jim Greer. It's the first time I've seen his byline in decade? God, I have no idea. It's been forever. Anyway, in it, Greer discusses his Brand Levitra time at the magazine, his failed engagement to Kim Deal, his side job playing bass in Guided By Voices, and his dismissal from Spin things about which I had always guessed and wondered, but never known for sure. I read it rapturously, voraciously, as if it had been written for me personally: a conclusion to a career that inspired mine. In his closing paragraph, Greer writes, "It was a fucking blast, and I was lucky as hell." And I wasn't there I mean I wasn't there with Kim Deal and Guided By Voices, with the stimulants and the exotic, exciting locations but I feel like I know exactly how he feels. And, you know, that's exactly how I feel, too.
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