Back in January of 2001, I wrote about a review I’d done of a Ron Sexsmith cassette for a zine called Ear Meat. This morning I found that issue in the archives, and I present it here:
Ron Sexsmith — There’s A Way — I was hit with this image of dead cows mired in thick, gelatinous mud trying their hardest to play like Corey Hart but, with their limited lounge-lizard past, only able to come up with Cousteau-sounding bubble-rock. One exception is the drumming, obviously programmed, which overpowers everything with an annoying military beat: that’s okay, though, because what it overpowers isn’t all that better, anyway. Good music to listen to while scuba-diving or mowing your dog.
As you can see, I presaged Ron Sexsmith’s meteoric rise to fame rather well.
The review comes from Ear Meat 6, edited and published by Joanna Rogers. The issue is undated, but if memory serves it was published in or around 1986.
Remind me, should I ever become a rock star, *not* to send you my record to review.
I’ll spare you the text of an article I wrote for a business magazine in 1982, which declared that while “microcomputers” may well find their place for holding recipes or playing chess, there was little future for them in the home. Hindsight, 20/20.
I’ll send you my first CD, Peter, hoping for a bad review:)