It's always funny when you realize that other people notice things that you thought only you thought about. The latest example: The Times' delicate handling of offensive band names, which I've written about in these pages before, is something other people think about! None other than Sasha Frere-Jones, Earth's best music writer, noticed the Times' ongoing dilemma with Fucked Up, the semi-melodic punk band on Matador, who recently won the Polaris Prize: "The other upside to Fucked Up winning this prize is that we get to watch The New York Times figure out a way to report it," Frere-Jones writes, noting that the Village Voice's music critic Rob Harvilla has even more fun with it. Harvilla finishes his blog post by writing, "Thank god I wrote for an alt-weekly." Who knew the things that make me chuckle make them chuckle?
Banning Fucked Up's name from the Times makes much more sense than outlawing "Pissed Jeans," which prompted my original post. In fact, for those following at home, this is the first time profanity has appeared in these pages. Thanks to Fucked Up, whose prize-winning album inspires the post's title.
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