ROCK '82: TOTAL PALOOK AVILLE
Does anyone, at this late date (10:27 AM EST), remember 1982? Don’t feel bad—neither do we! It was definitely One Of Those Years: The Who pulled off the first of what will probably be annual farewell tours; planes crashed; wars occurred; the world ended (again) and CREEM once more resisted the urge to change the name of our records section to Justifiable Homicide.
ROCK '82: TOTAL PALOOK AVILLE
Does anyone, at this late date (10:27 AM EST), remember 1982? Don’t feel bad—neither do we! It was definitely One Of Those Years: The Who pulled off the first of what will probably be annual farewell tours; planes crashed; wars occurred; the world ended (again) and CREEM once more resisted the urge to change the name of our records section to Justifiable Homicide.
Many of you have asked, how do the crumbcakes at CREEM compile the poll each year when they can barely handle eyelid mechanics? It’s EZ! Indignant squads of huffing-and-puffing mailmen stumble in and dump huge sacks of disreputable-looking envelopes at our feet (our actual feet) just like in Miracle On 34th Street. Then our ace editorial staff—yes, including Ed. him, her or itself—crawl through, sleep in, spill cough syrup on, build dummies of the Who to burn in effigy and occasionally count.
Is it legit? Honest? Fair? Hey—we don’t care who wins what! We call it “scientific disinterest.” Others refer to it as the feeble last wave prior to descent into autism. So what if we arbitrarily add, omit and sexually alter our categories!? Take that, woolly electorate!