the new issue of spin is fucking hilarious. true to rumor - big, horrifically ugly photographs and two of my shinnier fingers high of text. about six record reviews. andy greenwald is the worst music journalist i've read in a long time, all his metaphors trip on each other's feet. you'd think only the strokes and dashboard confessional mattered in the world. which actually may be true, but pah!
didn't watch the grammy's last night, which bums me out a bit, but read neil strauss's not so interesting round-up of the gig - fucking 'o brother' won a ton - signifying to me that Time Out NY's "why music sucks," while mistaking the cause, may have put a name to the disease. it's not that music sucks, really, it's that it isn't growing as it has - the lull is mindnumbing, but the lull is natural.
so desperate to listen to music at work i plugged in to insound's online stream of crap - actually liked the cave-in track, which isn't surprising to me as i've liked some of their stuff bfr. also, the neil halstead track is quite lovely though i didn't really like mohave 3 (blasphemy!) and was distrusting this output - there is a wierd, scquelching moment of complete randomness at the end of the track - very unprofessional and wrong sounding - i wonder what would possess him to leave it in.