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Rolling Stone Magazine: Old Hipsters with Early Onset Dementia, Waiting to Die

You know who's stupid? I am. I keep going to rollingstone.com, despite the fact that they suck and they barely write about music. With that being said, a headline at the website caught my eye and almost made my brain explode:


First New ABBA Album in 40 Years was Worth the Wait - Rob Sheffield


First of all, no album is worth a 40 year wait. NO ALBUM.


Second of all, ABBA doesn't belong in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. If you review their discography, you can see that the wheels were already starting to fall off of the ABBA wagon around the year 1980.


Third of all, well, don't listen to me. Does this song sound like it was worth a 40 year wait?



It sounds like you shoved ABBA in a time capsule and this could have come out in 1984-85. Kudos to ABBA for sounding like 30-somethings, but the song is nothing special. (Right now, it's the #1 song in Sweden)......


Rolling Stone used to be about the counter culture. Now it's about corporate culture. Jann Wenner staring into the mirror and selling out for millions of $$$$$. Say I want to read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson? I can't. It's behind Rolling Stones' Pay Wall.


Before you say "stop your whining," I actually have a point. That Fear and Loathing Article couldn't be published today. If I want to read the article, it's comparable to going to a museum to see a relic of bygone years.


They are selling you what Rolling Stone Magazine USED to be. The mindset of a 70 year old hipster with a 50-some year catalog of stories, desperately trying to stay relevant.


An excerpt from Sheffield's next Rolling Stone article:

"the sun glistened off the mirror and right into the corner of my eye. The night was filled with turmoil as my body roiled against the multi-layered tiers of temperatures that tortured me throughout the night.


Yet another trip to the bathroom. Looking around the house, the surroundings screamed for attention, but the tingling of the right arm highlighted the hazards of sleep in the improper fashion. Slogging across the abode, it was time for the most important meal of the day. As I downed my prescription pills and Men's 50+ Vitamins, I vaguely remember time sloshing around, side to side, unable to pin down a specific plan for the daily regimen.


As I took my first spoonful of fiber, all I could think was 'God, I wish Ric Ocasek was still alive.'"





A few months ago, Rolling Stone hired Noah Shachtman from the The Daily Beast as their new editor-in-chief.


"I can’t wait to work with Rolling Stone’s talented team to write the next chapter of this amazing story. Let’s do this." Noah Scachtman


He won't fix Rolling Stone's problems either.




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