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Jared Jernagan

When is a critic not a critic?

Posted Monday, December 14, 2009, at 7:12 PM
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  • Christgau says:

    My Morning Jacket, It Still Moves [ATO, 2003] : It's touching to watch the latest indie-rock generation flail around in search of a form, spouting sincerely all the while. But it's also depressing. C

    Jared Jernagan, When is a critic not a critic [GBG, 2009] : The kid needs a new hat. {Tu}

    Bob Dylan, Saved [Columbia, 1980] : Slow Train Coming was Mark Knopfler's. Anyway, the first flash of faith is the deepest. May Bobby never indenture soul sisters again. C+

    -- Posted by JuanPaulJones on Fri, Dec 18, 2009, at 10:23 AM
  • How can you listen to Pj Harvey's sixteen, fifteen, fourteen without thinking back to your first, mysterious, overpowering sexual experience? Maybe you don't get it because of your gender, or possibly an uneventful adolescence, but for you to trash such lustfully potent little song based on the use of a lousy ukulele confirms my suspicions that male music critics don't have a blasted clue when it comes to female perspective.

    BTW, maybe you should listen to "April" a few hundred times and see if you can figure that one out....

    -- Posted by mopery on Sun, Dec 27, 2009, at 12:46 AM
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