Annals of Rock Criticism

“White Americans seem to feel that happy songs are happy and sad songs are sad, and that, God help us, is exactly the way most white Americans sing them—sounding, in both cases, so helplessly, defenselessly fatuous that one dare not speculate on the temperature of the deep freeze from which issue their brave and sexless little voices.”
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time, 1963

“I’ve always thought the saddest music would just sound like someone sobbing, and the happiest music like someone laughing. Raw, non-narrative chunks of emotions that exist without insight or detachment.” –Mike Powell, The Fleeting Satisfaction of Marnie Stern, The Village Voice, 2010

This ain’t progress, dudes.

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