I may have become slightly obsessed with Sasha Frere-Jones during the Performance to Production panel at the New Yorker festival as he dispensed his incredibly biting witin the form of sentences shrinking upon themselves with self-deprication.
(this is too giggle-inducing not to include: Sasha refers to panel-member Ric Ocasek as Ric “My First Album Is Better Than Yours, Unless I Am Talking To Liz Phair” Ocasek)
Apparently i was supposed to be in love with him already (said H), but i barely even knew New York media people even existed before i started reading Gawker so i can hardly be blamed. Having now idly investigated his writing for a month i’m even more charmed by him – he writes incredibly informed, typically obsessed odes that make every artist sound like his erstwhile favorite, and he sometimes avoids a review altogether in the interest of making his point.
Sasha has a very interesting picture-fueled scattershot blog that yields many interesting links, including a piece by a rejected queer eye and S/Fj’s lovely straightforward interview with Fiona Apple (whose album i have managed to hate less by not listening to the last five tracks).
Funny how straightforward interviews are always better than feature magazine articles.