Reviews for Children's Fiddling Method Volume 1

The average rating for Children's Fiddling Method Volume 1 based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2018-01-20 00:00:00 Danielle Gaskin I can smell Frank Kogan. It's like the odor of old clothes on a person who washes their body every day and gets all indignant when you tell them that they stink. He probably just forget to do his laundry. He's got other things on his mind. Thirty-five years of things, much of which is collected in REAL PUNKS DON'T WEAR BLACK (a title, he says, stolen from a girlfriend ' he might stink and think too much, but he has a girlfriend, so there to your stereotypes!). Supposedly, these are his writings on rock and music that rocks, which it is, but for the first one-hundred pages or so it's mostly about high school, which is the perfect landscape for punk rock, so it all makes sense. This book is really an autobiography in song. Kogan loves to pick out lyrics and understand them, even when the lyrics he has picked are all wrong and misheard in his head. It doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts. And Kogan's thoughts are endlessly fascinating. Just when I think I've got him, he eludes me. I follow down an intellectual rabbit hole and drink this and feel small, until I eat that and grown gigantic. That's a guy I'll follow anywhere. He's inspiring. I was talking back to the book. The pages made me want to fill pages of my own, which I haven't done in months (with words, that is ' I've been prolific with pictures of late). Anyway, that was a cheap shot about the stench. It wasn't intended as a put down. Kogan is simply a good writer who elicits a visceral response from me. Sometimes, I think he gets a bit too clever, even playful, for his own good. But that pose is played out mostly in the reviews that ran in the mainstream press, which are always edited, sometimes to extinction. In his zines, juvenilia, letters to friends and chat room rants his voice sings at a perfect pitch.

Review # 2 was written on 2016-08-03 00:00:00 Peter Klinger this book annoyed the fuck out of me. pointless meandering self-absorbed 'rock criticism' from some dude who's still obsessed with high school social cliques. even contains bad poetry! what was i thinking when i put this on my 'to read' list?