Songs that make fun or journalists?

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What songs make fun of journalists or the media?

― FritterStool, Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Bob Dylan, "Ballad of a Thin Man"

― Matos W.K. (M Matos), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Whoops...I mean songs that make fun OF journalists. That's a laugh that I can't even spell.

Whom does it refer to, anyone know?

― FritterStool, Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:09 (twenty-two years ago)

Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype

― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:09 (twenty-two years ago)

Prince - All The Critics Love U In New York

― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:11 (twenty-two years ago)

if you're talking specific journalists...

Trumans Water - The Aroma Of Gina Arnold

― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Although the making fun is directed at the author's acquaintance as well as the media, who could deny the sentiment of Pere Ubu's "My Friend Is A Stooge For The Media Priests"?

― Nom De Plume (Nom De Plume), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:14 (twenty-two years ago)

anal cunt "journalists are gay"

(probably)

― the surface noise (electricsound), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Sonic Youth's Kill Yr. Idols, sort of: "You wannimpress Christgau"

― dlp9001, Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:31 (twenty-two years ago)

"Get in the Ring" by Guns N' Roses. Gawd, what was I thinking, standing in line at midnight to buy those stupid albums?

― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:31 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember that night, except Nirvana's Nevermind and the Chili pepper's Blood Sugar Sex Magik were also being released that night too, at the local store. Jesus, time is a motherfucker.

― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Trumans Water - The Aroma Of Gina Arnold
Eww.

― sym (shmuel), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:33 (twenty-two years ago)

It doesn't talk about her actual aroma. It's actually a brilliant 9 minute skronk-art rock classic. (Kenan DID put this on his '93 comp, right?)

― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 7 February 2004 03:36 (twenty-two years ago)

"Desperate Journalist" by the Cure (based on "Grinding Halt") pokes fun at Ian Penman - with quotes from a Penman Cure review. They recorded it during their second Peel session and should be available via your favourite file sharing program.

― Kent Burt (lingereffect), Saturday, 7 February 2004 04:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Didn't we just have this thread?

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 7 February 2004 05:02 (twenty-two years ago)

That was more making "songs that answer the critics," I think. Which means this time we can include "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley.

― My name is Kenny (My name is Kenny), Saturday, 7 February 2004 06:19 (twenty-two years ago)

skull kontrol "new rock critic"
m.

― msp, Saturday, 7 February 2004 06:21 (twenty-two years ago)

The Doobie Brothers' "Maury Povich Has Gas"

― Greg Lothansus, Saturday, 7 February 2004 23:23 (twenty-two years ago)

The Church - "The Unguarded Moment" ("Tell those guys with cameras for eyes that their jokes don't make me laugh. They only make me feel like dying in a unguarded moment." or something like that.)

― Mr. Snrub (Mr. Snrub), Saturday, 7 February 2004 23:31 (twenty-two years ago)

("Tell those guys with cameras for eyes that their jokes don't make "me laugh. They only make me feel like dying in a unguarded moment." or something like that.)"

Eeeeeee-mooooo. Haha.

― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Sunday, 8 February 2004 00:20 (twenty-two years ago)

We are undergoing treatment
Watching others in the news
Studying our worst reviews
They say we'll get over it
Disappear like dinosaurs
To the sound of small applause
Resign to the mid pricesection
If you see me walking in the garden
Don't ever ask me for an autograph
If you ever catch me in the arcade
Don't even stop me for a photograph
We are undergoing treatment
'Til our ethic fits the scene
Layed out in Q Magazine
They crave our conformity
Mediocre to the bone
Terrified testosterone
But why do we still face the music
If you see me walking in the garden
Don't ever ask me!
Now and then you get the strangest notion
That there's something missing
But it keeps you guessing
Wild ambition, can you really blame us?
Can you entertain us?
Can you give a little more?
If you see me walking in the garden
Don't ever ask me for a nut to grow
If you ever catch me in the arcade
Don't even stop me for a photograph

We are undergoing treatment
Will the doctors ever cure
These delusions of grandeur?

― Mellow Dee (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 8 February 2004 02:21 (twenty-two years ago)

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