Poem: A Hack, Just Like The Rest of Them

A poem remembering the golden days of music journalism. And then, of course, The Death...of Music Journalism...(lol/not lol)

It was fun while it lasted. Free CDs, and DVDs. And we
had access to things — which was some sort of power
I guess. And it masqueraded as a ‘freedom’. But the
websites took clicks as a sign of engagement, and
called anything we made ‘content’ - which was ironic
given no writer ever feels that way at all. But, the thing is
we had a good run. We saw gigs and f…