Comic courtesy of Natalie Dee.
The Times Magazine, usually the highlight of my Sundays (especially when paired with coffee and/or the occasional Bloody Mary), has been sorta eh in terms of it’s music coverage lately. Last week’s profile of the freak folky sister duo Coco Rosie was fairly well-written (a tad breathless at the sisters’ involvement in Paris’s fashion community, perhaps), but seriously confusing, timing-wise. Nothing against Coco Rosie – I was a fan of the emotional weirdness of their last record (as I noted last year), and they’re artists and fashion icons, I get it, I get it, but so’s everyone else making music in Paris and Brooklyn. Why write about them now? The whole “freak folk” trend is years-old news, Coco Rosie’s latest record came out over a year ago, and I wouldn’t say there’s been any sort of Coco Rosie craze lately – not even a music blog or Pitchfork-propelled one. It looks like Fernanda Eberstadt just reaaaallly likes them, and somehow convinced an editor at the Times mag that that was enough to warrant a story. And that’s what blogs are for!
Then again, not more than a month ago they also printed Emily Gould’s entirely-too-long, rambling, self-obsessed, shoulda-been-a-LiveJournal-entry piece, so maybe they’re still coming to terms with the whole “difference between blogs and a respected news publication” thing.
Anyway, this week they’ve gone and totally redeemed themselves! First off, Deborah Solomon’s interview with Patti Smith is hilarious and totally intriguing. An excerpt:
“You seem to cultivate a kind of wild-child mystique, even in your appearance. For instance, why don’t you use hair conditioner? I do use conditioner!
I’m surprised. You’re the queen of split ends. That’s very funny because I’ve just cut about eight inches off my hair because it was just too ratty-looking.”
The Queen of Split Ends? Damn Deborah! Way to just straight-up insult Patti Smith’s hair. Not everyone can have your shiny, bouncy, 100 percent split-end free locks. Elsewhere, Virginia Heffernan, the all-knowing voice of “adventures in digital culture” behind the Medium column – a weekly fav of ours – writes about enduring band presence on MySpace, despite the fact that most college kids have fled to the more stylish, application-filled Facebookland, with the main focus on Coldplay’s MySpace page:
“Mine is the 21,120,387th visit to Coldplay’s MySpace page. I am not greeted warmly. The British band — which is known for giant pop hits, a sheen of fakery and the marriage of its lead singer to Gwyneth Paltrow — does not exactly rush out to greet me. The page is rudimentary and indifferently decorated, like the apartment of four couchbound soccer addicts who barely look up when a girlfriend comes in.”
I love everything about that paragraph. Heffernan continues her dissection of “the world’s most insufferable band’s” MySpace page, with reference to Times music critic Jon Pareles’ infamous 2005 article, of course. Read the rest here.
Oh, and PS – I wrote a piece about drag kings. Maybe you saw me, dressed as a man, on the cover of the Phoenix this week. If not, check it out here.