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Who the F*** is That?

-Mike Munoz

Last year, Arcade Fire was the big winner at the Grammys and the most talked about band of the night; however it probably wasn’t the publicity they were hoping for. After accepting the award of Album of the Year for “The Suburbs,” the twitterverse and blogosphere blew up with one resounding question: Who the f*** is Arcade Fire?

All over the country, angry teenage girls tweeted their frustration. How can a band nobody has ever heard of can win a Grammy when their precious, prepubescent Bieber went home with none? There’s even an entire Tumblr dedicated to the confusion sparked by the Canadian super group, which is appropriately named “Who is Arcade Fire?

Like a fool, I hoped that this year would be different and that fans would learn how to use Wikipedia before posting such dumb questions. But this year was no different, and the first question of everyone’s mind was “Who is Bonny Bear?

The award for Best New Artist is always an exciting time for the public to meet some of the most promising new acts in the business, and this year the world was introduced to Bon Iver. Singer, songwriter Justin Vernon accepted the award and delivered one of the most awkward acceptance speeches of the night, and it wasn’t long before viewers started asking questions about the straggly, bearded stranger on stage.

The twitterverse and blogosphere were once again bursting with questions like “Did they find this guy outside of Staples Center?” and my personal favorite, “Who is Bonny Bear?” As if Bon Iver’s victory wasn’t puzzling enough for some, it seemed that the band’s name carried the confusion to a whole new level earning Vernon and company the new nickname, Bonny Bear.

While the Bon Iver/ Bonny Bear blunder mostly came across as amusing, the Grammys audience went on to prove that musical knowledge is at an all time low. Things were about to get much, much worse.

After all of the performances were over and the last awards were handed out, Paul McCartney ended the night with the final songs from “Abbey Road.” As the show came to an end, the elderly Beatle was joined on stage by some of the guitarists who performed earlier that night. Once again, tweeters started asking questions. But they weren’t asking about Joe Walsh or Bruce Springsteen or Dave Grohl. They were asking about the old guy playing the left-handed guitar. People were actually asking the question, “Who is Paul McCartney?

Call me old fashioned, but I was raised in a house where everything I learned about music started with one band and one band only: The Beatles. Whether I went on to listen to punk rock or folk music or heavy metal didn’t matter to my parents. As long as I respected the impact The Beatles had on the musical word, they felt they had done their jobs. Now I understand that most people are going to have different taste in music than I do. But this is The Beatles. And we’re not talking about Ringo. We’re talking about Sir Paul McCartney, arguably the most famous of the Fab Four.

While last night’s confusion is a bit concerning to me as a music fan, I try not to put too much stock in the ramblings that show up on my Twitter feed. I mean, it only took the Grammys five years and two records to figure out who Bon Iver was. But Justin Vernon isn’t a Beatle, and I find it embarrassing to live in a time where people don’t have the slightest clue who Paul McCartney is. So next time you’re watching the Grammys and you’re not quite sure who that old guy is, save yourself the embarrassment and check Wikipedia before you tweet, “Who the f*** is that?”

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How Rolling Stone Broke My Heart

– Mike Munoz

Usually, finding the latest issue of Rolling Stone in my mailbox is a very exciting occurrence. It means I get a chance to see what new CDs and singles are hot or not, what Peter Travers thinks of the latest Hollywood blockbusters, and most importantly, who’s on the cover. So when I opened my mailbox Tuesday afternoon and saw the latest issue of Rolling Stone, I couldn’t help but be excited. But my excitement quickly turned to disappointment when saw Snooki from MTV’s The Jersey Shore straddling a rocket with cowboy boots on the cover.

First off, you have to understand how hard it is for me to write this post. For as long as I can remember, Rolling Stone has been my Bible.  Their album and movie reviews told me what artists to look out for and which ones to ignore. Their tweets keep me posted on the latest news in the music world. Their feature stories and profiles are what got me interested in journalism in the first place. But in that last couple of weeks, I’ve started to question my faith in the publication.

This wasn’t the first time in recent memory the cover story had caused me to question my loyalty. Last April, the magazine released an issue with the cast of Glee on the cover, and since then has showered the show with non-stop praise. Don’t get me wrong Gleeks – I can appreciate a show that re-popularizes classic songs for a younger audience. But it’s hard to see a cover that has been graced by the likes of John Lennon and Jimi Hendrix be given to a show based on afterschool special clichés and irritating covers of iconic songs.

My disappointment continued to grow when their last issue had a picture of Justin Bieber in a leather jacket on the cover. Now it makes sense that Rolling Stone would want to do a story on one of the biggest names in the pop world right now. But this is not Tiger Beat Magazine, and Justin Bieber should not be a cover story. To make matters worse, one of the other feature stories mentioned on the cover was an in depth look at the history of The Clash. So instead of featuring a cover with one of the most iconic bands in the history of the punk movement, they decided to go with Justin Bieber; a Grammy-less 17 year old who’s fan base consists of primarily 12 year old girls. I have yet to open the issue.

Surely it couldn’t get any worse.

You’d think their next cover story would be on Arcade Fire’s big night at the Grammys, or Radiohead plugging their new album, The King of Limbs. Even a Lady Antebellum cover would have been fine. But Rolling Stone decided to go in a completely different direction and put Snooki on the cover. How can this be? How can one of the most highly regarded magazines in the music industry do a cover story on a woman who is famous for getting smashed and humping anything with (or without) a pulse? Do I even bother to read this issue? Or is it time to start reading Spin instead?

While I admit I will never stop reading Rolling Stone altogether, I’m finding it harder and harder to remain loyal with some of the questionable people being featured on the cover. So this is my plea to the head editors at Rolling Stone magazine. Next time you’re choosing a subject for a cover story, try to pick an artist who has actually won awards and isn’t still going through puberty. And maybe stray away from reality stars that are only famous for having their hooha blurred out a record number of times on national television. After all, this is a music magazine. Right?