I'd put them somewhere the middle -- maybe an ironic porn 'stache?
I didn't exactly forget the Fucking Champs, but I was limited from being as exhaustive as I would have liked by space considerations. They are indeed one of the critical F-named bands who have actually endured and made a real name for themselves. Thanks for reading!
Dear Cowbell, the reporter did not lose sight of anything. Given that Vivian Howard clearly states, "I spent my whole adolescent life wanting to get out of here," the word 'escape' is entirely appropriate.
Dear Concerned Reader,
I understand that you did not like what the writer said, or the way he said it, but as a member of the Indy editing staff who you feel should be ashamed of the above article, I'd like to point out that a writer's physical location has no bearing on his or her ability to write a 270-word review about a collection of songs. All that's required is a pair of ears and the ability to write. Also, why should the Indy editing staff be ashamed about what one writer wrote? No one took a vow to protect and defend the Raleigh music scene from sarcastic reviews. Were we supposed to get up on our desks in protest? We cover a lot of local music. Some of it our reviewers like more than others. This was an especially harsh takedown--I get that, and a lot of the previous comments make strong points, but let's not indict the whole editorial staff because of one nasty review.
Thank you so much for writing and reading--and writing! It made me especially happy to be able to share this story with the world. And yes, those duckies really are amazing; we give them to all our friends when they have babies. For anyone interested, they're made by a company called Angel Dear.
Larry, certainly there are five ads on the home page.
Actually, Allen, your right to bare arms will remain undiminished by any pending legislation. Bare legs, too.
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