tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396204660331057802.post1247538862675918753..comments2024-01-02T00:13:16.771-08:00Comments on When My Feet Go Through the Door: Fruit beer and journo hypeMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00387170913578542671noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396204660331057802.post-76069034780403605802012-07-31T12:05:03.185-07:002012-07-31T12:05:03.185-07:00Oh, that boring old traditional music. Oh, those b...Oh, that boring old <a href="http://gapingsilence.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/thousands-or-more-2/" rel="nofollow">traditional music</a>. Oh, those boring introspective singer-songwriters. Oh, that boring brown bitter... Once you've heard that line a few times it really grates.Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07009879034507926661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396204660331057802.post-21144803554320807222012-07-31T07:22:04.702-07:002012-07-31T07:22:04.702-07:00Journalists thrive on hyperbole, and the laziest w...Journalists thrive on hyperbole, and the laziest way to do that is by making silly comparisons, as here. I recall listening to Radio 4's Loose Ends, when the presenter introduced Eddi Reader by saying she had become a breath of fresh air in the stuffy old world of traditional folk song where everyone sticks their fingers in their ears, etc, etc. I e-mailed the programme, pointing out that the intro was simply stereotyping and when I got no reply, made a formal complaint to the BBC and received an apology.<br /><br />The stupid aspect of the whole story is that, after that silly introduction, Eddi Reader said, "Actually, I'm doing a traditional song."Neville Grundyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10923209266005338452noreply@blogger.com