Stephen Metcalf writes that pop music is the triumph of aural culture over literary. But he does so much more elegantly than I could.
"All pop criticism is bad. Like a boring dinner guest, it’s garrulous and name-dropping. Under the pretense of informing you, it glories in your ignorance. It reeks of junk-strewn garrets and a degrees in semiotics from Brown."
Stephen Metcalf writes a rambling, and remarkable review of Geoffrey O'Brien's "Sonata for a Juke Box: Pop Music, Memory, and the Imagined Life.
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