Move

Success can ruin pop music. What about lack of success? When work that’s commercial, that’s intended to reach a large audience, doesn’t get anywhere does that mean it’s failed artistically as well? Does that affect our individual appreciation of it? Over in the rock canon there’s a well-established procedure for music that doesn’t get the … Continue reading

Forever

I worry about Haim. Given that I’ve previously confessed worrying about Iggy Azalea, it’s fair to think I expend too much concern on successful pop stars. But with Haim, it’s worry tinged with guilt; they do know what we’re like, don’t they? Somebody has told them? Because they’re an American act who found their first … Continue reading

In Grendel’s name

Rereading Devil’s Whisper by James Robinson and D’Israeli.  There’s a little school of writer-artists on comics, all working in the mainstream in the 1980s, who cheerfully hire out their talents. Frank Miller, Howard Chaykin, Walt Simonson: all are available as writers, as artists or as both. It comes, my guess, from working in the mainstream … Continue reading

Wildest Moments

The platonic ideal of popular music appreciation, the plateau rockists wrongly believe themselves to have reached, is to listen without prejudice. To discount the band’s clothes, haircuts, attractiveness or lack thereof, to forget what that annoying critic said about them, to ignore the despised hipsters who think it’s cool to like them. To make your … Continue reading