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Posts Tagged “memory lane”

Glenn at Coolfer digs through the recently opened archives of The New York Times and finds stories on the music industry's early relationship with technology and the Internet. The funniest-in-hindsight quote comes from, of all people, Kevin Smith: "If someone likes an artist, they're going to buy the CD. The number of those who download and opt against buying the CD is very small. There are plenty of libraries in this country, yet people still buy books. The Napster opponents underestimate the American fascination with ownership." [Coolfer]

Matt Ingram posts an assload of classic hip-hop and R&B LP and 12-inch single covers from his personal collection (dig the shrinkwrap still on some) to "convey...(pretentiously/portentously) the value of music as an object and not, I think, for trivial reasons." Even if music-as-object is as (sadly) dead as I suspect, this is a hella sweet little reminiscence for anyone who grew up in the '90s and misses the 12X12. [Woebot]

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Anthony Bourdain Burns Through Every Cliche About Punk Known To Man

In a stunning feat of black hole-level journalistic compression, author and chef Anthony Bourdain has squeezed every piece of recieved wisdom about punk and the crappy, crappy late 1970s into 1,200 words for Spin. Giving the finger to us Gen X nostalgiamongers, Bourdain hates on the presupposed empty decadence of disco, disses the excesses of prog rock and the limpness of hippies and soft-rockers, maligns the British turning punk into fashion, semi-nostalgically recounts New York's diseased social collapse of the time (though he does conclude by claiming that it was a pretty awful time to be semi-alive as a junkie), and other stuff we've certainly never heard before, even in a "personal reminiscence" on the period. More »

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When Aging Hardcore Kids AttackGet Nostalgic


This paean to the late-'90s birth-of-metalcore/proliferation-of-modern-art-metal must mean there's something loud-and-growly in the air, because I just recently pulled out Cave In's Until Your Heart Stops and Botch's American Nervoso after a long mothballing for drunken nostalgia purposes. Without getting into the writer's fan fave choices, I do have to take issue with two of his assertions. More »