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Sheesh...
I was on the frustration bus yesterday and there, in one of the free papers that litter London busses at that time of day, was a guy called Alex Miller.
This man is the New Music Editor of The NME.
Taking the time honoured muso-journo route of writing for fanzines, then graduating on up to NME towers, Mr Miller talked of the perils of picking talent and said that he attends gigs every night...
He seemed like a nice enough promo guy to me, but didn’t really strike me as being a writer at all.
Thing is, I find all the current writers in The NME so completely indistinguishably ordinary, that I don’t know any of their names or styles - and therein lies the problem with that mag, or at least one of the problems...
Yes boss, contrary to what contemporary magazine editors and publishers seem to think, I reckon high quality writing is the only thing that’ll really make a mag last and grow in stature over time.
The NME hasn’t outlived all of it’s contemporaries on account of the quality of it’s Accounts Manager or the folk who organise big WHOOHAHS like The NME Brat awards. It’s name comes from it’s high class writers of the 1970’s and 80’s - that’s why it’s still going..
Talking of music mags, I was browsing 2 of the more austere ones The Wire & Plan B this last week and I almost fell asleep standing up.
Yes boss, the content and style was so weary in these rags, I almost passed out with indifference.
It’s a shame, because I like a lot of the kind of acts those mags cover, but I find the artwork to be dull and a heavy prevalence of faux and humourless intelligence and musical snobbery.
I mean shit, it makes me wonder if having fun in The Wire office is banned. I wonder if they even allow folk to go outside for a smile break???
For my free money, the only decent mag around at the moment is Stool Pigeon. It interviews in depth, it has hunour, it has stock prices and an obituaries section. You never know what you’re getting. It’s a labour of love and it’s free....
My very least favourite Music Magazines of the moment is called The Fly.
It’s an A5 colour sized indie rag that fills each cliche of music writing so succinctly it might as well be a parody:
Yes boss, the writing contained therein is lazy and overly edited. The interviews never break out into great revelations or even any decent information you either know or could guess at. Opinions seem to be nice and the substance and punch is never there in any part of the magazine.
Basically, The Fly is like the Daily Express of musical journalism: Ignorable, dull and lacking any kind of point or vitality...
Anyway, I’ve got a story about The Fly which I’m gonna recount in the next blog...
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