“Here’s exactly why we don’t write well about music anymore…”

Where are the maniacs, rebels, and wingnuts in the room?

This is for the misfits, the freaks, and the runts
Fuck the motherfuckin backstabbin cunts
Ride’s gettin rough, so I know I better buckle
P-U-N-X tattooed on my knuckles
Hey man, you keep the shackles
Cause I am free
- Transplants, “DJ DJ”

“Here’s exactly why we don’t write well about music anymore. There was once a time where music journalists were passionate-to-maniacal word-slingers who, by virtue of lacking conventional writing backgrounds…college degrees in journalism and/or an established standard to which they were beholden were gifted with a near-omniscient ability to keep the culture and sound vital…they were truly free to boil down this rock and roll, this creative force thing, by an equally brazen and refreshing standard of measure, to its nasty, honest essence. That’s the problem, yo. That’s the problem. More fuckin’ maniacs, more rebels, more hippie fuckin’ wingnuts. Enough with the bullshit paint-by-number liberal clickbait. It’s not helping. Hell. For all I know, music journalism is trash and we’re just all vomiting into fucking garbage cans right now.”

I actually said that. I even saved the quote. I can’t place the email that I copied it from anymore, nor can I remember the…