Saturday, July 15, 2017
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
not even trying anymore.
You ever wonder about how the City Paper chooses winners for various contests (short fiction, comics, etc.)?
No, really, I'm actually asking.
who cares anyway.
No, really, I'm actually asking.
who cares anyway.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Vote for me!
Vote for The Parochialist as your favorite blog in the City Paper Best of Baltimore Readers poll! In fact, vote for The Parochialist for any category you want. Vote for The Parochailist for President!
Do it!
Do it!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I'm not the only one...
The Parochialist has been quiet as of late but now we’re coming up upon some City Paper related issues that I’d like to share with the readers.
First of all, I’m not the only one who sees the Shit Rag from Park Ave for all its’ cronyism and nepotism. The Big Music Issue that came out last week (which I really could barely drag myself to look at) also brought out the angry letter writers with at least one of my main points about the City Paper as it ended with the line “ [This issue] would be better titled The Exclusionary Music Issue.” My point exactly. I am no longer pissed or surprised to see the same old shit, same old names and faces of people who know the secret City Paper handshake. I’m just glad to know I’m not the only one who sees it.
And if you can check out this article and comments from the Baltimore Sun from another unrepresented local artist.
http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/midnight_sun/blog/2008/02/city_paper_vs_steve_hefter.html
Again, it’s not that I’m stupid and think I should the one getting all kinds of coverage. It’s just that certain less-than-deserving groups seem to be getting that coverage all the time, with a reverence that should be reserved for…just about anything else.
And, and, and…the ballot for the City Paper Reader’s Poll came out today. I encourage you to fuck with them and put “The Parochialist” in for as many categories as you can. If I win something, I will be sure to wear my special hand-made Parochialist T-shirt to the Best of Baltimore party.
First of all, I’m not the only one who sees the Shit Rag from Park Ave for all its’ cronyism and nepotism. The Big Music Issue that came out last week (which I really could barely drag myself to look at) also brought out the angry letter writers with at least one of my main points about the City Paper as it ended with the line “ [This issue] would be better titled The Exclusionary Music Issue.” My point exactly. I am no longer pissed or surprised to see the same old shit, same old names and faces of people who know the secret City Paper handshake. I’m just glad to know I’m not the only one who sees it.
And if you can check out this article and comments from the Baltimore Sun from another unrepresented local artist.
http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/midnight_sun/blog/2008/02/city_paper_vs_steve_hefter.html
Again, it’s not that I’m stupid and think I should the one getting all kinds of coverage. It’s just that certain less-than-deserving groups seem to be getting that coverage all the time, with a reverence that should be reserved for…just about anything else.
And, and, and…the ballot for the City Paper Reader’s Poll came out today. I encourage you to fuck with them and put “The Parochialist” in for as many categories as you can. If I win something, I will be sure to wear my special hand-made Parochialist T-shirt to the Best of Baltimore party.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Battered Reader Syndrome
You must know something about me--it propels everything that follows, everything I do, and everything I am.
I have a bad memory. I may forget your name, I may forget your birthday, your favorite food, favorite color, I might even forget what you look like. But I never, ever forget when somebody fucks with me.
And yet…I go through battered reader syndrome when it comes to City Paper. I pick it up on the week I have a show, thinking that maybe this time, maybe, just maybe, I will have earned a spot in The Short List (sometimes) or maybe the Baltimore Weekly Highlights (never). And then I’m just pissed at myself for running back into the arms of my abuser. And then I take a look at what they DID bother to mention in the “Highlights” of the Baltimore (let me repeat that…BALTIMORE) City Paper and what do I find for Wednesday, June 11?
Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s like Wednesday did not exist at all, and they skipped right to Thursday. O-kay. (I wasn’t expecting my show to be in the highlights, but you can’t tell me there wasn’t something that could have been put there for Wednesday. And, shit, if you didn’t have anything, you could have then plugged my show. Which of course, you never will.)
So let me check out the Short List of the BALTIMORE City Paper, and what did we find for Wednesday, June 11, 2008? A big plug for the Breeders show in WASHINGTON, D.C. For those of you unfamiliar with the geography of the area, let me simplify it. Baltimore is not in D.C. Baltimore is Baltimore. I know we are becoming occupied by yuppy fucks from D.C as they take our land and give us blankets with smallpox, but no matter what they do, this is still Baltimore. And D.C does not need our press. No disrespect meant to the Breeders, but like I said, that’s D.C. I had a show last night, too, which was pretty great in spite of the typical lack of coverage in that shit rag fuck of a City Paper. But we have given up our status as a city that supports the developing artist and musician and we are now chasing the money, courting the D.C crowd, hoping that one day we can eliminate those poor Baltimore people who keep blocking the view. And this starts with acting like D.C and Baltimore area really like the Twin Cities of the East Coast. They’re not.
So, in short, thank you for not even mentioning my show last night, in any meaningful way. I’m sure if I was a member of your little club, and knew the secret handshake, I could have gotten a full page in your paper. Like I said, I have a bad memory, but if you fuck with me I will never forget you.
I have a bad memory. I may forget your name, I may forget your birthday, your favorite food, favorite color, I might even forget what you look like. But I never, ever forget when somebody fucks with me.
And yet…I go through battered reader syndrome when it comes to City Paper. I pick it up on the week I have a show, thinking that maybe this time, maybe, just maybe, I will have earned a spot in The Short List (sometimes) or maybe the Baltimore Weekly Highlights (never). And then I’m just pissed at myself for running back into the arms of my abuser. And then I take a look at what they DID bother to mention in the “Highlights” of the Baltimore (let me repeat that…BALTIMORE) City Paper and what do I find for Wednesday, June 11?
Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s like Wednesday did not exist at all, and they skipped right to Thursday. O-kay. (I wasn’t expecting my show to be in the highlights, but you can’t tell me there wasn’t something that could have been put there for Wednesday. And, shit, if you didn’t have anything, you could have then plugged my show. Which of course, you never will.)
So let me check out the Short List of the BALTIMORE City Paper, and what did we find for Wednesday, June 11, 2008? A big plug for the Breeders show in WASHINGTON, D.C. For those of you unfamiliar with the geography of the area, let me simplify it. Baltimore is not in D.C. Baltimore is Baltimore. I know we are becoming occupied by yuppy fucks from D.C as they take our land and give us blankets with smallpox, but no matter what they do, this is still Baltimore. And D.C does not need our press. No disrespect meant to the Breeders, but like I said, that’s D.C. I had a show last night, too, which was pretty great in spite of the typical lack of coverage in that shit rag fuck of a City Paper. But we have given up our status as a city that supports the developing artist and musician and we are now chasing the money, courting the D.C crowd, hoping that one day we can eliminate those poor Baltimore people who keep blocking the view. And this starts with acting like D.C and Baltimore area really like the Twin Cities of the East Coast. They’re not.
So, in short, thank you for not even mentioning my show last night, in any meaningful way. I’m sure if I was a member of your little club, and knew the secret handshake, I could have gotten a full page in your paper. Like I said, I have a bad memory, but if you fuck with me I will never forget you.
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- Davey G.
- Davey G and the...is the handle for writer, performer, musician and sports fan, David G. Cookson. This blog (as the late George Carlin would say) is just a place for his stuff.