If It's Too Loud…

There are a few constants in Fredericton: summer is too hot and muggy, winter is too cold and windy, it's impossible to get a seat at a pub on Wednesday nights, and the Brunswickan always sucks.

The Brunswickan, for my few readers unfamiliar with it, is the UNB student newspaper.  It bills itself as "Canada's oldest student publication", and can be counted on to provide a cheap (read: free) source of packing material but little else of actual worth.

So why pick it up if it's so crap?  Well, it became habit during undergrad to grab a copy and read it while you waited for the prof to show up.  It's a habit that's continued on since then, as the Bruns can be found everywhere in downtown Fredericton: pubs, corner stores, the local second-hand bookstore, &c..

Now, it may be crap, but there was always an expectation of a certain standard of quality to the crap.  On the other hand, a new column has shown up this year called "Grinds My Gears".  For the most part, an ignorable rant about whatever is bothering the column's author.  (Last week's, for example, was about people who use the words sketchy to refer to someone of a shady or not altogether trustworthy disposition and random to refer to something done without any seeming purpose or reason.)  Really, the type of thing you'd expect to find on blogs (this one occasionally included).

This week's, however, is worth mentioning because I started laughing the moment I read it.  You can read it too, as I've scanned a copy of it.

While we'll ignore the amusement factor of someone bringing up Led Zeppelin as the bastion of originality in songwriting (Howlin' Wolf, Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters, and Willie Dixon, among others, would probably like to have a word with you), and move on to the real reason I'm posting this: I'm taking a straw poll.  Should I write in an email to the Bruns with text to the effect of "Congratulations are due to Courteney Courier with regards to her latest column, as she's successfully become her parents."?

Yes or no.  Yes voters are free to provide alternate wordings.

On a somewhat related note: her complaint about all (popular) music being recycled versions of previous works reminds somewhat me of the origins of the name of the band Pop Will Eat Itself.