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In the Sex Pistols’ day, this was called flogging a dead horse. But we’re talking cows here. Sacred cows.
He’s dead. Get over it.
Seems like some of you have.
“When I get famous/There’ll be so many people want to know me/You’ll be one of them/And you’ll just have to stand in line” – ‘When I Get Famous’, Patrik Fitzgerald, 1978
My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music.
The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena.
I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.
3 Responses to The sacred cows of indie music – 6: Nirvana
3 Responses to The sacred cows of indie music – 6: Nirvana