{"id":8089,"date":"2015-08-05T05:30:33","date_gmt":"2015-08-05T09:30:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=8089"},"modified":"2026-08-19T12:23:49","modified_gmt":"2026-08-19T16:23:49","slug":"six-years-of-musoscribe-the-pre-blog-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/index.php\/2015\/08\/05\/six-years-of-musoscribe-the-pre-blog-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Six Years of Musoscribe: The Pre-blog Days"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the years before I launched the Musoscribe blog (celebrating its six-year anniversary this week), I wrote for a number of other outlets. Music journalism hero Ira Robbins<\/strong> gave me one of my first big breaks when he commissioned me to write a pair of long-form biography\/review entries on Trouser Press<\/em> online. One is a critical essay on the music of Pink Floyd<\/strong><\/a>, and the other is a review of Todd Rundgren<\/strong>‘s recorded output<\/a>. And after the print magazine where I worked (as Editor in Chief) folded, one of my writing team \u2013 someone who has deservedly gone on to much bigger and better things) hired me to author a sort of advertorial\/feature that appeared as a lavish spread in Billboard<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/center>In my early days at that not-to-be-named, now-defunct magazine (they still owe me upward of $7000, the bastards), I was a reviewer. We were assigned albums at random, and I ended up covering some truly awful garbage. These days I only review music I enjoy, but I enjoyed a special kind of amusement reviewing these irredeemably despicable albums (you haven’t heard of most of ’em, which is good, ’cause they suck):<\/p>\n