It's been a leisurely time for the Reaper. I've been following the World Cup matches and a few times, I almost came to visit the US team, but they did themselves in anyway.
And it had been pretty quiet... frankly, those games occupied me, until the real resignation of Spin's editor-in-chief via Blender, Andy Pemberton.
Now let me tell you, folks: Spin is going down. Right now, it is a ship without a captain and there is practically no direction it can go in except what it's been doing all these years: alternative poster boys, throw in your typical political/social story, and hope for the best. As a matter of fact, they are probably rushing to put Dashboard Confessional's Chris Carabba on the next cover as fast as possible to assure their readers that the Pemberton-edited Beyonce issue was a mirage.
Sometimes I feel like this is Jump The Shark, magazine version. In the case of Spin, once they hired a kinky sex columnist and threw a party for her, it was all over. That's not just jumping the shark -- that's being shot through a cannon over the shark.
If it was Spin's outdated editorial that got it into serious financial trouble in the first place, there is probably no other way to go but back down that path. And that path will lead to me and then we'll all be reminiscing down here about Third Eye Blind, Blind Melon, The New Radicals, Alice in Chains, AFI, and all these other bands that would only be championed by Spin and nobody else.