I wrote about the New York Post running so little rock criticism nowadays and that’s true but whither the Village Voice. On Wednesday their music pages were comprised of… one page on Lionel Richie and one page of Andrew WK’s bizarre advice page.
I’ve got nothing against Andrew WK but if ll you’ve got every week is two pages of music writing, why are you giving half of it away to something that isn’t actually music related? The fall of the Village Voice has been terrifying, it was like one long constant no breaks flat out downhill car crash and now nothing about it is very good.
The problem with VV is it is such a pale facsimile of what it once was, it just… it is like when somebody has been really sick and while they are better they haven’t bounced back. The Village Voice haunts itself; it looks at itself in the mirror and it is gaunt and tired and shaky and a terrible read and the music pages, my God, when I wrote for the Voice it was as big as NME and much bigger than Rolling Stone, it was where the action happened.
Today there is no there there.
Who cares about music writing? You would hope the same people who care about writing period, nut the truth is, nobody reads it any more but if that any excuse for the Voice to bail on it. Wednesday music papers were an embarrassment on Wednesday. I wish somebody with deep pockets and deep imagination would buy the damn thing.
I wonder what Robert Christgau make of what they’ve done to his section?
