Why on earth does the Reader give Peter Margasak his own column in Section Three? This local loser is the epitome of the smart aleck rock critic. Incapable of creating anything of worth or note, he has to attack and tear down other people’s work with such zeal it’s nauseating. What a small and inconsequential human being.
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I’ve never read a column more consistently and unabashedly vicious and mean-spirited. It seems nobody but the most bizarre, fringe act is spared from this little twerp’s weekly rip-jobs. Why the chip on your shoulder Pete? Did your band fail miserably?
Of course, being the typical weenie rock critic, he uses words like “specious” and hates all of the things he’s supposed to hate, like “wank off guitar solos” and “songs about fucking.” Unless of course they occur in a song by the drag queen: “take me out back / take me out back / grease my crack.” Talk about selective application of your principles. “That’s funny, and besides, I’m so clever that I’m in on the joke,” he appears to be saying. What a dork!
