Last year, the self-proclaimed “last rock critic standing” Chris Weingarten (blogger, rock critic, Spin, Rolling
Stone and Village Voice contributor) talked about the death of music criticism at the 140 Characters Conference. (Watch it here.)
In that diatribe, Weingarten lamented that he was going to be out of a
job because magazines were hiring 19-year-olds for free concert tickets
and pats on the head instead of paying critics with taste. So,
yeah, maybe I feel a little endangered–and that's why I think his rant
is so funny. Music writers and editors became regurgitators of what the
blogs were saying? True dat. Internet connections are so fast people
can just listen to albums and judge it for themselves? True dat. The
Hype Machine panders to the lowest common denominator? True, dat.
A few days ago, he did a sequel. (He still has a job, BTW.) It's the same old shtick, but better, because there's way more profanity.
and to answer my question above? I love music critics who can remember
when their opinion was better than everyone else's. But I'm not one of
Instead, I accepted the music editor position here at OC Weekly
because I love music and I love the age we live in. I love everything
you can find on the Internet (except Farmville! Ew) and everything that makes music
easily accessible today. Instant downloads? Drool. Everyone tweeting
about the show they all witnessed at the same time? Heart palpitations.
Bringing all the music I love with me no matter where I go in my
120-gig iPod? It's like my soul gained instant entry to heaven.
So yeah, I'm Lilledeshan Bose and I'm the new OC Weekly
music editor. Maybe I'll see you at a show one of these days–I'll be
the dork tweeting about the show as it happens because I want everyone
else to know what they're missing.