Whore speaking…and how are you?
Ok, I suppose you have to read this for the rest of this entry to make any sense.
My thing is, I don’t know about the other writers, but I’m pretty much broke most of the time, so a few extra dollars (every little bit…) a month for doing what I do anyway didn’t seem like something I could turn down. I guess those kind of economics are how real whores get started, isn’t it?
And I know I didn’t treat the CDs any differently from those I’ve reviewed for Ink 19 or PopMatters–if anything, I thought the publicist who started this thing might get notes saying I was too harsh.
I take pride in writing, I take it seriously and I take the ethics of being a critic seriously. But for the love of Christ, it’s not like we’re Saints. It’s an inherently parasitic job–record companies and/or publicists give us free stuff, we give them free publicity. I accept that. Doesn’t mean they’re buying a good review. This JR Taylor guy and the editor he quotes act like we pooped in their church or something.
Also: Without, apparently, reading a word of what I or any of the other money-grubbing whores have ever written, he decides (and declares) we’re bad critics. Bad, bad critics.
Ever just have a few of those weeks where you can’t catch a break?
I wonder if this is how girls feel when they find out their name’s been written on a bathroom wall…
