“The reason that there was ever a rock press vital and vibrant enough for you to want to write a book like [‘In Their Own Write: Adventures in the music press’], and for anyone to consider reading it is that, back in the day, no one knew anything — except, of course, that popular music and culture and about the subjects that the music and the culture seemed to be about.”—Charles Shaar Murray in ‘In Their Own Write: Adventures in the music press’ by Paul Gorman
With less than six hours left till midnight (if you’re on EST) and everyone else doing their yearly roundups, I guess I’ll the same.
Here’s how the year went: January was filled with heartbreak; picked up the pieces in February and March by throwing myself into my work, endless gig hopping and deciding to go back to school; April and May was all about the UK (submitting grad school apps, covering the royal wedding, romping around England and Scotland and actually finding out I got into in grad school) and got to meet/talk to Elton John and the Osbourne family (that’s pretty British, too, right?) ; June through August flew by with freelancing like crazy (no surprise but got to ), going to as many gigs as possible (especially the outdoor ones), trips to Aspen, Detroit, AC, Lake George, etc and spending as much time with family and friends; September marked my move to Leeds and a new adventure; October through early December brought new friends, the revival of “academic Emily,” lots of drinking and even more cooking/baking; and finally December rolled around with cramming as much information as possible into my head to prep for finals, some more drinking and reuniting with my family, old friends and the American homeland.
And of course, I had to post my favorite photos of 2011:
Not bad 2011. Now what does 2012 have in store for me?
“If you had four genius guys in Pavement that were writing tunes, we could’ve been the Beatles. But we kind of just had one George Harrison. Not a bad thing. A George, a few Ringos. John Lennon’s glasses or something. And maybe Paul’s Beatle bass with one old string on it.”—Stephen Malkmus via GQ. (via pitchfork)