Nothing to Do With Music? No Problem

Now that there's really no point in writing about music, Rolling Stone inadvertently confirms this for me by putting Julia Louis-Dreyfus on the cover.

And it's a great cover. Don't get me wrong. But how can you pretend to be a music publication when your cover stories are her, Blake Griffin, and two artists from forty or more years ago? I guess they had to concede to putting something about Ed Sheeran on there, but who cares?

Music is just fucking dead, man. Dead and dying fast.