Perhaps Jonah Weiner is no worse than any other rock journalists. Maybe in some ways he’s better. But he is so fucking pompous, so fucking arty, such a kiss ass and has such crappy taste in music, I can’t bear him.
His Slate review is unreadable dribble (as usual) about the equally fatuous Joanna Newsome. Here is the last line: “When the last note fades, you may find yourself re-starting the album straight away, to live again in its spell, to keep Newsom with you in the room.”
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh.
Let’s start with how horrible the new Newsome is and quickly move on to the pic above which is how Jonah illustrate the home page of his website.
Rock journalism is dead, long live bloggers.