An open letter to all broadsheet editors*ffice
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Dear Sirs,
Please. No more style think pieces about how they’ve changed some empty-headed style hack’s life. No more, “my life in music through my iPod” features from your braying middle-class friends.
No more pictures with captions describing it as “iconic”. No more words about the design and the wheel. No more columns about the white headphones. No more copied out Apple press releases about their latest faddish variation and pretending that it is news.
No more excuses for lists of songs as “what’s on your ipod”. No more terrible features about iThings. Like iDogs, ihotels and ipads. No more.
If you refuse to stop, I’ll be forced to ban surveys. Then you’ll be fifteen pages of “news” short every fucking day.
Yours,
Bingo
As for Jones, the decision to write a book about “music I like”, helps explain why the magazine you edit is so fucking shit.
I mean, seriously. Has James Brown** written a book called: Stuff On My Desk?
The answer is probably – and Bravo are making a series out of it.
*By "open", I mean "unsent". But then, by "broadsheet" they mainly mean “tabloid” so fuck ‘em.
** Former Loaded editor and frizzy haired cock. Not the hugely over-rated soul singer and total mental.
