there is no point denying it, except perhaps to avoid being a social outcast. i even asked for it in the newsagents, the reply being something like “yeah, we do got it, wired is on the top shelf next to mac user’s exposed.” i looked elsewhere for my experimental noise journalism.
i don’t subscribe, in fact this is the first time this year i have even looked at the thing. i don’t deny that i would probably have finished the cover article on sonic youth already if it wasn’t padded with an extensive discography and analysis of every catgut and oscillator that thurston and friends had ever coaxed sound from. and i admit i haven’t heard of a single artist on the free cd which is still taped to the front. but no-one is going to take this into account when they see it decorating the floor of my toilet, and i almost relish the sneer that will hit most faces when they see it. and there’s a exquisite full-page photo of kim gordon looking as foxy as ever.
guilt hits, however, when i notice that i spent £3.80 on the thing when i balked at £7 to see little things last night. if i had known i was going to find a tenner on the way in to work today i would have gone, and would have found that damn 80p if i had to sell my baby to nestlé.