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January 06, 2003

An Exploration of the Arts

Many moons ago, when Tom and I were young and foolish and, well, just plain mean, we took to Usenet in search of fun and adventure. What we found was the newsgroup rec.music.makers.songwriting, where aspiring songwriters would post their best work for all the world to see. Unfortunately for them, we were part of that world and took a look - and gave our heartfelt, honest, and constructive reviews under the name of Hatchetjobforu. You can almost feel the honesty and constructive..err...ness, of it all, right?

Given that over the months, we both grew, matured, became kinder and gentler, and - well - generally got bored with the practice altogether, we let it come to an abrupt halt. Today, thanks to the magic of Google, I went back and retrieved some of our greatest reviews for your reading pleasure. They say you're only as old as you feel - and I think we were feeling about fourteen back then. Ah, childhood!


...and there were even a few songs we really liked, and said so.*

Anyway, enjoy the reading - and we hope that none of you fell victim to our mean-spirited assaults on the craft.

Really. Honest Injun and stuff.

But we do hope you kept your day job.

*But those aren't funny, so we left them out.

Posted by Andy at 02:52 PM





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