An amazing anecdote from J.D. Considine himself, sent in regards to my JDC JAMS 1982-1992, Vol 1: The Classics playlist. Though he says cases like this were extremely rare with Rolling Stone, I should always remember these reviews are a bit of a collaboration between writer and editor.
While I am not above snarking on the Midnight Oil mania of ’80s rock crit, I want to make clear that I have an enormous amount of respect for Considine and anyone else who contributed to a record guide I use for a playlist. My parents bought me that ‘92 Album Guide for Christmas of that year, and I memorized it while researching the era between the Velvet Underground and REM in my teens. If it wasn’t for his writing, I wouldn’t have known to chase down the Feelies for more “drone strum,” and I wouldn’t be able to say I’ve been into the Fall since 8th grade. With my interest in new music decreasing, and Spotify opening the vaults for a minimum price, it’s all too easy for me for me to indulge my fascination with pop-rock ephemera, and I’m extremely grateful to those who mapped the roads I’ve been traveling on.