In an earlier post, I mentioned the Wired magazine response to digital device integration as the possible savior of music journalism, a question posed at the annual summit of the Future of Music Coalition.
I mentioned this to Wendus after learning of his new project, Ripfork, a blog that tears a deserving new one to pretentious music reviewers (many of whom are not surprisingly authors of Pitchfork), and he correctly responded, “there’s still music journalism?”*
Just as there are no elites in the art world like there were in the days of celebrity giants like Warhol, there are also no more Lester Bangs type celebrities in the universe of music writers. In fact, the amount of prominent music magazines (or websites) these days is fairly few and far between. Even Rolling Stone during the 90s started moving more towards being a general entertainment magazine. So much so that today, it’s hardly synonymous with just being a music magazine. Unfortunately, the niche has been filled by asshole music snobs filling articles with nonsense and bullshit to emphasize extreme love or hate for the latest releases.
*The Ripfork project came together rather quickly, considering time recently freed up after the FOXNews captioning scandal of 2009. Asshole music snobs aren’t the only ones Wendus scolds for being massive bullshitters.