I love Pat Metheny:

This new project is just nutty. Nutty and fun.

Metheny falls into the category of artists that need no background or prerequisite to attend his live shows. They're just good. Honest-to-god, straight-up, enviable good. Show up, sit down, and just bask in the waves of awesome. The tonal surprises are the jazz/instrumental equivalent of everybody-jumping-in-unison moments at rock shows. Goosebumps, man.

I sent a pitch to a jazz magazine for an interview request on freelance basis. I will make it a goal to interview Metheny by the end of this year, come storm or shine.

Subjects like these are the reason I'm stoked to be a "music journalist," and not some indie blogger hack who doesn't know shit about how to relate to artists on any conceptual level. Music journalism isn't simply writing about the show; it's discovering why the show even exists. Guffaw as much as you want, but I put music journalism on the same plane I do geopolitical reporting. It's a different story, but that doesn't make it any less important.

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If you didn't notice already, I'm tired of serious music journalists being reduced to failed writers. Stand up, you fucking pussy music journalists. Everyone's laughing at you because you've given everyone the impression that your job is limited to finding synonyms for "good" when writing about Vampire fucking Weekend. Get legit and get on the fucking streets.

I seriously can't be the only guy walking around LA with a notepad and Sony IC Recorder. Also, don't make me have to defend the Vice network. Oh god, please, do not make me resort to that.