recent music writing that's good

a lot of this is just narration but i really enjoyed it

http://gawker.com/5981614/dennis-weve-been-crying-too-much-dr-hook-and-the-untold-story-of-the-best-rock-movie-ever-made

this was very good: https://thehairpin.com/our-lady-of-sensuality-sarah-mclachlan-4e4be22c60e9#.926pjj2mp

My mother listened to Loreena McKennitt’s The Book Of Secrets in our kitchen — that is, when I hadn’t pinched it to gorge myself on “Dante’s Prayer” and “The Highwayman."

always-borrowing-your-parents'-loreena-mckennitt-cds club represent

flashback to my own sexual-awakening-via-music-video

This has been up for a while but I thought this was an excellent read
http://thequietus.com/articles/20699-library-music-kpm

That Grandstand Theme sounds like The Grassroots "Sooner Or Later" or, more closer to (your) home The Motor's "Forget About You."

AAargh, The Motors's

albinobone My black 2007 hub-capless Toyota Matrix has never sounded so scary as when I pull up to a red light with 'Funeral Dyke' playing on my iPhone. Don't be like that. We all do what we can. As a dad, my car is my rock club these days, and there are no bad shows when I drive to Canadian Tire for cat litter.

i love bandcamp comments

not recent but i'm posting this anyway

Mr. Technique From The Ball Head Freaks ‎– My Nissan, Nissan

October 26, 2010
edited over 6 years ago

If you have this but don't drive a Nissan, shame on you.

Made a quick run to Casey's General Store for a can of Long Cut. On my way back, I pull up to a red light with Glycerine from Bush blasting in the background. My steering-wheel air guitar is rockin' the repeatable riffs with professional precision and complete accuracy of every single note. I look to my left as I come to a slow rolling stop to gander upon a crimson red Corvette. To my surprise, I see a made-up hottie behind the wheel with no need for an airbag. While setting up in my gun-metal gray Silverado perch, I continue to glaze over the car and just happen to notice that the hottie takes note of my presence. I decide to move on to the steering-wheel drum set only to realize that Glycerine has no drum-line. She continues to observe my brilliant performance as I make up a quick symbol dance with utter and absolute failure as the light turns green and she taps the gas. I perform my finale rock-fist pump knowing that I made someone smile (and quite possibly laugh) at my expense.

Ooft that's terrible

wowwwww

I can't remember enjoying a piece of music writing for the writing itself, in ages. This is so absolutely on point that the snap and sparkle of the prose is sheer delight.
https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/inxs-listen-like-thieves/
(and I waited for this on the day of release like it was holy scripture, completely lost interest when they blew up after that)