I’m new to a show with ze frank, but there’s some good wisdom in this video. It’s amazing how much more engaged you are with work if you’re able to commit completely to something you enjoy.
While I’m pretty sure some of the articles pronouncing music criticism dead have reached puberty at this point, there remains an open question of its value (and virtue). Is it possible that the future of music criticism isn’t written? That’s not a rhetorical question. Is it possible that the future of music criticism is…vlogging?
I’ll start with Anthony Fantano of The Needle Drop. Anthony, the self-proclaimed Internet’s busiest music nerd, cranks through tons of reviews and posts them on YouTube. It’s perfect bite-sized content that uncovers some records that may not get as much attention buried in the fourth and fifth slot in a daily rotation. A pretty novel content strategy when everyone says they’re inundated, no?
Chris Ott is taking a decidedly different approach. His Vimeo channel, Shallow Rewards, is music criticism the way I remember it; equal parts oral history, hagiography and ritual sacrifice. I’m still in awe of his two-part series on shoegaze. If you’re someone who is old enough to remember the free associative spirit that made music criticism magical for many of us, you’ll want to watch every week.
I used to write about culture! Let me see if I can still flex my capsule muscles.
- Argo: Damon got action. Affleck got auteur. Nice to see Ben make a movie outside his backyard.
- The Dark Knight Rises: Tom Hardy’s voice was so silly I barely noticed Bale’s Batvoice.
- Looper: A mash up of Look Who’s Talking and Back to the Future! Awesome!
- Margaret: Possibly more depressing than Synecdoche, New York!
Didn’t start or end pretty, but I can honestly say that what happened in between the first and ninth innings were truly inspired baseball. Halladay dominated, the offense erupted and Charlie went wild with the rally towel.
It was an absurdly fun night at the ballpark, punctuated by the lone Cards fan in our row leaving when it started getting ugly.
Singing “High Hopes” as we left the ballpark is so satisfying. “10 mas!”