Not really sure what criticism is to be leveled at this wad of half-cocked, long-gestating dogmeat from today’s Seattle Weekly, but…
I don’t have the time or inclination to point out what’s misinformed, just what’s embarrassing, and the short tally is bad opinions and bad writing. The premise—a bitter, naive 40-something in a honky tonk band disabuses himself, after what seems like a lot of thinking, of the false notion that a three (four? eight? 25? 10?) year period in aggressive rock music did not hold a monopoly on creative, rebellious human endeavor—is, if you’re an adult, winceful.
But, for fun, here are his five worst sentences:
- 1. The Beatles’ cover of “Roll Over Beethoven” is more punk than 90 percent of all punk rock.
- 2. What started out as teenage piss-taking at baby-boomer onanism quickly morphed into a humorless doctrine characterized by acute self-consciousness and boring conformism.
- 3. Punk didn’t end racism, sexism, or homophobia; it didn’t stop factory farming, the New World Order, or the massive success of Creed.
- 4. Punk rock is their raft and their friend Jim.
- 5. Punk rock’s anti-everything stance turned inward and personal in the Northwest.
I am sorry about that—they are just five random sentences.
Everyone—everyone—with so much as a onetime interest in aggressive rock music (if you use the word punk in 2013, shame on you and your older brother) has been lured then sunk into dashed-off writing of this kind. The subject has been covered so ignorantly by so many different people that it throws into doubt the whole journalistic endeavor. (Even The Old Gray Lady can’t get it right.)
I’m sure there is more coming, but I am not about to defend anything, either. The better part of our endeavor speaks for itself.
The writer and editor here have taken away, and offered, much less than they could have. It is no sweat off my back and I’m proud to have no shared experience, just a misnomer of bad association.