Song of the day – 320: Katie Stelmanis

I’m late-come to this. (Never would have happened if I still hung around with Mia Clarke, I swear.) I hang my head in sorrow, more than shame though. Man, I would’ve drilled this hole into the floor by now! Now home improvements will have to wait a week or two.

I came to it via this magnificent review of Kelly’s. Man, that review is good. Man, I wish I could write like that: sardonic and salacious and snappy and soulful. Sucks, don’t it, when you discover someone so fluent, so natural at a craft you once almost prided yourself at being OK in? Fuck, that was a crap sentence. See what I mean?

God. I’m all toes and toes, hearing this cover version. Makes me want knife sex. Right now.

by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.