Archive for the Hook

Visible Hand

Posted in cripsyduck, music with tags , on November 3, 2010 by criPSy duck

(NOTE: This is the original unedited version of the piece that ran in the Hook.)

Wow. Invisible Hand’s been getting a nice “happy ending” from the conspiratorial press and disc jockey establishments around here for a few solid months. That’s just annoying.

I’m sorry, but as a rule I always despise any and all flavor-of the-season bands. As far as I’m concerned local press anoints them just to piss me off. I ask you: how many acts du jour actually end up in nationally recognized or sustainably profitable music “careers?” Few, my friends, far too few. Continue reading

Concentrated E’Ville

Posted in cripsyduck, music with tags , , , on October 25, 2010 by criPSy duck

6 Day Bender’s new album kicks like a keg-standing mule

(NOTE: This is the original of the version of my piece for the Hook.)

Is this thing on? Cripsy Duck to Command Central… come in, Command Central.

What the hell am I doing? It’s been eight long, boring years since my semi-self-imposed sabbatical from print music journalism. Who am I kidding? Just because there’s been nary a sentence fragment of interesting music writing in this town since I was summarily fired from C-Ville all those years ago is no reason to think I can just jump back in and pick up where I left off. Or maybe…

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Blog About Your Blog Being Blogged

Posted in cripsyduck with tags , on June 10, 2008 by criPSy duck

The Hook posted a nice snippet on my return to the literary fold.

Big thanks, you guys.

NOTE: Cripsy’s Crawl ran until summer ’02 – not ’01 as the article claims.

Who Am I and Why Should You Care?

Posted in cripsyduck, fiction?, music, politics with tags , , , , , , on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Stephen Douglas Barling III. 

In 1999 I approached Hawes Spencer, founder and editor of Charlottesville, Va.’s weekly city paper, C-Ville, about writing a live music review column. The paper published a music column but rarely had any serious reviews of local acts. As a small-time local musician, it seemed to me that dupes like myself would never see the light of print unless somebody rolled up their sleeves and, you know, got down to it.

Thus, Cripsy Duck was born.
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