Posted
11:26 AM
by Gene
The New Yorker's jazz critic
Whitney Balliett has died. This is noteworthy because his career went back to the age when William Shawn edited it in a hermetically-sealed cocoon, and when James Thurber was throwing his tantrums, and E. B. White stopped to smell the flowers on his farm. His obit was written by
MOZZARELLA, who can only remind us just why the magazine isn't worth reading anymore.
(Via ArtsJournal)