Wired gave it a 9/10 review, but I absolutely hated Dan Kennedy’s Rock On. Based on Wired’s write-up, I was excited to find an unread review copy sitting in our New York office. Perfect travel book, right? Took it on the plane and hated every minute of it, except possibly for the explication of Jewel’s bizarre 0304 album. If you don’t like the job and you don’t like the people you work with, great, get a new job; but don’t hang on to it for two years and then piously write about how you were the only smart or “pure” guy in the room.
The only hook here is that (ostensibly) it’s about the music business. It isn’t; no insights whatsoever into its demise. Oh, sure, the suits don’t feel the soul of the product; executives playing out of position make poor decisions; changes in technology can overwhelm a company. But this is news? Really, this is just a litany about working a crap office job — and you can go to a cocktail party and find that story any day.
So bad, it makes me not trust Wired‘s book reviews ever again. Nice work, Wired.
Fresh skunk does not smell anything like the mildly unpleasant musk you occasionally pick up driving down the street. It is insanely intense. Imagine eating a large moist purple onion while standing next to a pile of burning tires and you’re about halfway there.