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We could have been printing pages from Mein Kampf or a 1984 Toyota Celica owner’s manual and they wouldn’t have known. They couldn’t monitor our content because they didn’t know what it was. The corporate dictators never looked at beyond the visitor statistics. In the end, you were the judge, jury, and executioner of your own work. How sharply frustrating it is to hear from an editor that you can’t write x opinion piece because it might upset the corporate dictators, or to see a colorful phrase excised from your work because some stuffed shirt deemed it “uncouth.” Dried up stinky dog shit like that never happened at Crawdaddy. I’ve worked for other places that pay significantly less yet watch their content like the most conservative of hawks, desperate to adhere to a certain established mold. We could write anything about anything, so long as it pertained in some way to rock / pop music, and I don’t mind telling you we were paid in the neighborhood of handsomely. Our work was only edited for grammar, spelling, and factual information. The best part about writing for was the freedom. How often does that happen? Approximately never. The transition was seamless, and for once I could say I had a job where the new boss was just as awesome as the old boss. Jocelyn was actually ’s Editor-in-Chief when I joined up she did a great job running things and I’ll be forever grateful to her for giving me a shot at a time when I had more parking tickets than published clips.Īt some point back there, Jocelyn stepped down and Reviews Editor Angie Zimmerman took over as EIC. I am honored to have shared space with such great scribes including but not limited to Andres Jauregui, Dan Weiss, Denise Sullivan, Howard Wyman, Allie Conti, Mark Prindle, Ryan Wasoba, and Jocelyn Hoppa. It’s not for me to say if matched the Crawdaddy! of yesteryear, but I can say firmly and proudly that between 2007 and now we produced a mountain of engaging, thought-provoking, and emotionally charged content. Spock and Bones McCoy, as it were ( Crawdaddy! founder Paul Williams would of course be Captain James Tiberius Kirk in this goofball metaphor that doesn’t even really make sense considering the mag first returned after its initial 1979 fold in 1993 guess that makes me Quark, or maybe Seven of Nine?).
I can’t tell you how thrilled I felt being Geordi La Forge to their Mr. Burroughs and John Lennon, C! contributors from way back when, generally didn’t lend their names to crap. After all, Crawdaddy! was America’s first journal of rock n’ roll criticism, a volume whose silly name belied the groundbreaking and forward-thinking writing its pages contained.
It was enormously exciting to be included in a new chapter of this storied magazine’s saga. I’ve been contributing to since around the time it launched in 2007. Hence, the return of indie music chronicle Paste Magazine, which will be folded into. The controlling bean counters have long been displeased with C-Dad’s relatively low traffic, but instead of investing a little time, energy, and moolah to improve the situation, they just went out and bought an already proven Internet winner. , the Internet extension of legendary rock rag Crawdaddy!, is ceasing publication on July 22. This is one of those things that makes my head throb, my chest sting, and my testicles ache.
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