No! I didn't! Is this about the time thirdform was chasing you round the room and crackling?
I can't stand that post-Brooker style of hyperbole you get in a lot of modern writing where people mistake personality for rants. All that "this is so bad it makes me want to chop off my balls" Or "this is so good I feel like I'm on air and gas" - totally devoid of personality and nuance, and really easy to produce once you've conjured up a few graphic similes.
My ideal critic is someone who has taste, but also linguistic flair and the ability to place things in a broader context of scenes and perspective.
The older I get the less vital music becomes for me. When you're a teenager and in your 20s you get that intense connection with music where it really feels like the most important thing in the world. Especially (for me) in clubs, on drugs, feeling more intensely alive than you ever could in your humdrum day to day life. And then increasingly the humdrum becomes all encompassing. Is that door closed now, forever?
It's cos you're dying inside. Fading, going grey and ghostly.
No it goes back to the time I read a 30-something male interviewing the Sugababes for the Observer Music Monthly and detected an existential crisis. Don't you remember? I said it was the dead end of music journalism, inevitable if you carried on in that career beyond the age of 24?
There's something in this. You are allowed to grow up. It's not a bad thing.
Yeah I keep having this conversation with Paul Meme who remains happy as a pig in shit making 2 step tracks. I mean fair play to him, he is completely genuine about it. Just seems a bit narrow to me...