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Billboard saw Ghostface at Pitchfork

Billboard’s Charley Rogulewski has seen a ghost!

According to the original version of his Pitchfork piece (Sonic Youth, GZA, Slint Kick Off Pitchfork Fest), posted July 14, 2007, 7:10 PM ET, GZA “was flanked by fellow Wu member Ghostface Killah for abbreviated versions of most of the album tracks.” Rogulewski even got a quote: “It was a very free spirited performance,” Ghostface said afterward. “We were feelin’ the crowd.”

Google cache still has the original version. View a screen grab.

The article since been half-corrected. Now, GZA “was flanked by Wu associate Cappadonna for abbreviated versions of most of the album tracks,” but the quote is still attributed to Ghostface, who as far as we can tell, was not actually in Chicago this weekend. Wasn’t he in Amsterdam with the rest of the Wu-Tang Clan (youtube)?

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Remembering Lester Bangs

His moustache is way cooler than your stupid indie haircut will ever be.Since today is the 25th anniversary of Lester Bangs gobbling enough Darvon to kill a walrus, we thought it would be a good day to remind you why we’re all still talking about him: his rock and roll writing.

Reviving a tradition that we started back in the very early days of Glorious Noise after we got a hold of a collection of old Rolling Stones, here are a bunch of classic record reviews by Lester Bangs from the Stone.

Elsewhere today, Jim DeRogatis, author of the bio Let It Blurt, appreciates the fact that his Bangs’ writing remains inspirational.

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Richard Can’t Dance

Meltzer's an old bitch...For some unknown reason, a nearby Barnes & Noble has Richard Meltzer’s Autumn Rhythm: Musings on Time, Tide, Aging, Dying and Such Biz (Da Capo Press; $14.00) shelved in the philosophy section. It puzzled me why it was there. Before I read it. And afterwards. Perhaps someone noted he’d written a book titled The Aesthetics of Rock and figured the man must be some sort of Schopenhauer or something, someone who switched from writing about the positives (rock) to something more dour (death). Maybe it was a joke played by a waggish, underpaid book monger. Or maybe it was a case of someone wanting to keep it in the store while saving enough scratch to buy the hardcover version, so taking it out of the music section seemed like a good plan. If the latter, then the paperback price noted above is certainly a savings. If it is the middle, then the joke is piss poor, or not really funny: someone who is truly looking for enlightenment of any sort who picks up the book might as well be looking at the ground in the bottom of their venti coffee cup. And if it is the first name, then the shelver in question is probably moving the Martha Stewart cooking and home decorating books to the “true crime” section.

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