ILB finds itself in the mouths of certain in-the-know journo figures more often than free champagne: whether it’s certain Guardian journalists engaging in email volleys with ex-girlfriends in a desperate search for “dirt”, or just that prissy dude that edited The Quietus before it went tits up pissing and moaning on Facebook about me, we’re a hot topic. My favourite ever casual reference to mefrom a hack though was when patron saint of the glasses-wearing music writers, Simon Reynolds, asked a former Stylus writer at some sort of New York New Media shindig “Dom Passantino… is he actually like that in real life?” The writer in question said “Yeah…. yeah he is”, and went on to report that later in the evening Reynolds was to be found tapping out the beat to “Undone (The Sweater Song)” on his legs. (more…)
