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Condé Nast Is Folding Pitchfork Into GQ, With Layoffs
Multiple employees at the storied music criticism site “will be leaving the company,” according to a memo from Anna Wintour.
It might sound incredibly lame and pathetic, but it’s no exaggeration to say that Pitchfork has been as big a part of my adult life as anything besides my wife and two kids. I started reading it as a journalism major at Northwestern University in the early 2000s, tantalizingly close to the site’s old Chicago headquarters, not that I remember knowing it at the time. A review of indie-rock heroes Dismemberment Plan let me know I should be bummed their planned set on campus was rained out, a feature on the 50 worst guitar solos ever rewired my brain into the notion that Pink Floyd might suck, actually, and scathing reviews of the then-upstart emo band Jimmy Eat World called into question all the enjoyment I’d felt seeing them live at a tiny venue and memorizing every nuance of their CDs as a teenager in Arizona.
The Mike McKenzie MIDI theme was an 8.8 Best New MusicStrange that this guy would be too lazy to take the extra minute and find the actual article on the Wayback Machine, choosing instead to link to Where Self-Celebration Happens, but I'm glad Mike McKenzie is getting a few extra hits this week.