Do people really read rock criticism? Will any of these critics ever hold a candle to Lester Bangs? Some people like to think so, and for them God has created The Best Music Writing 2007. Picking the best in criticism seems sort of pointless when considering the actual content of most music writing, but this new compilation strives to assemble the best actual prose styles floating out there in the ether. This year's edition of the fun and informative series was guest edited by the "Dean of Rock Critics," Robert Christgau.
Many of the usual suspects are here, including Rolling Stone's Jonathan Lethem and L.A. Times' Anne Powers, but Christgau also picks up some interesting reads from further off the beaten path.
The internet is providing more and more of the "best" music writing out there, as evidenced by this collection's inclusion of Pitchfork's Nitsuh Abebe (dissecting Daniel Johnston). The Net also supplies what has to be the weirdest entry in the book: Chris Ryan's multi-part email to Jay-Z, trashing the rapper's "comeback" album Kingdom Come.
Several of the pieces are on the long side (Lethem's James Brown profile, David Kastin's history of bebop patron Nica), and others are barely-there (David Byrne's amusing review of Sunn O))) live, Rob Harvilla's look at Kool Keith). Erik Davis' examination of Joanna Newsom and her album Ys gets a special mention for its epic length and the fact that it rarely becomes tedious.
Things get international with interesting looks at Mid East rappers, Moldovan boy bands and Bulgarian idols.
Finally, it's nice to see longtime Twin Cities music dude Dylan Hicks (who often writes for City Pages) get attention. Hicks introduces us to elusive '70s MPLS critic Doug Belknap, a manic depressive fusion jazz fan forced to review Barbra Streisand and Robin Gibb's duet album, Guilty. Belknap is, among other things, an aspiring tennis player and a self-loathing music snob. According to his 1980 "review" (presented here in its entirety), he's still pretty broken up about his split from longtime lover (and Streisand fanatic) Sharon, who apparently left him for some "hot East Indian guys." Belknap reminisces about his and Sharon's strange relationship, including a night of bittersweet lovemaking that provided him with "at least two images which I sometimes use, not always happily, as masturbatory aides." It gets weirder, but I'd hate to spoil it for you. Whether it's for real or not, it's funny as all get out and it's the best part of the book. Did Belknap make this all up in order to conquer the boredom of covering a Streisand album? Or, more conspiratorially, did Hicks fabricate all this -- and Belknap himself -- just for laughs? UPDATE: See comments below for the answer!
Babs is also the subject of Jessica Shaw's amusing entry tracing the lives of several Streisand devotees but, sadly, Sharon is not one of them...

