People are always gettin' their haterade on toward the Scene, but years ago we had to go somewhere else on the web to find out about it. Now with the addition of Nashville Cream two years ago, we've really taken the heat off the paper and aimed it directly at the blog. "You're welcome."
All the recent bitching about our lack of metal coverage (or surplus of DND coverage) reminds me of back when NashvilleZine, the local music site I've long admired and imitated, used to bitch about how the paper never covered local music, period. It wasn't totally off base, it's just that the stuff being covered was more along the lines of AC singer-songwriter fare.
But even the Zine kinda cheered when we first reviewed the Pink Spiders, because the band's photo appeared as a little banner on the bottom of the cover that week. (In the post above, it makes it seem like they were on the whole cover, but they weren't.) It was a step in the right direction, along the path to making local music a regular part of the paper whenever possible (which we've never veered from). Same thing happened when Be Your Own Pet were on the cover that same year, although this time the band actually was the whole cover photo. (Even if they weren't an actual cover story, but a feature.)
Anyway, that was back in 2004, and it was truly a new day then. But this is not a post to say, "Things could be worse, you little snots," although that's very much true. It's really a post to point out that one minute you can be the lame uncle at a family reunion trying to be cool, and the next minute you're blowing Pitchfork every week. Damned if you do...
Anyway, thanks to one of the coolest fucking things on the web, you can type in an old web address and find a handful of pages collected over the years for most now-defunct sites. So I'd like to give you all the chance to go back and read old pages of the Zine. You'll notice many of the commenters are still around, and that all the posts are anonymous. How'd you guys like it if we did that? Then you'd never know who to hate.