I fucking hate bad writers.
Bad music writers are the worst things in the world. Bob Lefsetz, a blogger with a million followers, is sometimes great and sometime meh about the music business but always LOUSY AND BEYOND LOUSY WRONG about music.
Dan Aquilante, New York Post rock critics is the stupidest man on earth. He is always wrong. Even if you agree with Dan? Change your mind because he is never right about a fucking thing.
Here is Lefsetz’s first paragraph of his review of Petty’s completely crappy new album Mojo: “I’m listening to this new Tom Petty album. I haven’t reached a final verdict. But I already know it’s about listening. About dropping the needle and letting the entire opus play again and again as it sinks into your brain. It’s not about the hit single, but the experience.”
This is possibly the most truly abysmal sentence anybody has ever written about anything but especially about this blues-rock please of generic twaddle. Dropping the needle?
And now here is Dan Aquilante reviewing the James Taylor/Carole King MSG gig: “James Taylor and Carole King are like a frumpy flan nel shirt matched with rip ped blue jeans — an ensemble that may be fine to wear around the house, but which you probably shouldn’t wear in public” .
I don’t even know what that’s meant to be. It isn’t really anything. It certainly isn’t writing in the conventional sense of the meaning. It is simultaneously surreal and slumpy.
For the record?
Carole King and Gerry Goffin wrote many timeless classics in the 60s (Aquilnate is so stupid the concept of timelessness is beyond him) and it is a privilege to see Carole live since she really doesn’t tour much, we haven’t seen her locally in five years, despite Aquilante’s statement to the contrary.
Tom Petty is the most overrated classic rocker in history. He exists to allow rolling Stone writers to review albums without bothering to listen to them. Only a complete musicial illiterate like Lefsetz would mistake generic blues rock for an artistic statement. He still hasn’t reached a final verdict? Ugh.
Here’s a final verdict: they are both fatheads.