“A few of the essays in “Shake It Up” are advanced-pop criticism (e.g., the literary critic Richard Poirier on “Learning from the Beatles,” in Partisan Review), but most are journalism, and the journalism beats the advanced-pop stuff cold. Partly this is because it was written for fans, so the writers could ignore the English department and other highbrow police. Partly it’s because pop-music journalism arose out of the intersection of early rock-and-roll magazines like Rolling Stone and Crawdaddy, when they still had an alternative-press aura, and the New Journalism, with its promiscuous use of the first person, and that gave it a confessional tone and a voice that suggested that we’re all on the same side in the struggle, whatever struggle it is.”
Can Poetry Change your Life?, by Louis Menand, New Yorker, July 31, 2017
Aaaah, rock-n-roll journalism… how I miss it. Even the last of it, puny as it was, in Maximum Rocknroll and Punk Planet when I still read them.
“…and the journalism beats the advanced-pop stuff cold.” And this is what irritates me, often drives me nuts, about the humanities. For the love of God, eggheads, find something with soul to write about or shut the fuck up. And, yeah, I know very well you academics have to keep food on the table, but fuck you. Fuck you blue, in fact. Feh.