Hi, Joyce Millman here. I started my career in the ’80s as a rock critic for the Boston Phoenix. In 1987, I moved to the San Francisco Examiner, where I was the TV critic and a two-time finalist (1989 and 1991) for the Pulitzer Prize in criticism. In 1995, I was one of the founding staffers of Salon.com and its first TV critic. My reviews and pop cultural essays have been published in the New York Times, Rolling Stone and Variety. I contributed essays to SmartPop anthologies about Lost, House, Veronica Mars, Pride and Prejudice and Harry Potter, among others. I co-wrote a book about Severus Snape. My essay “A Map of the Future” appears in Eric Meola’s Streets of Fire: Bruce Springsteen in Photographs and Lyrics, 1977-1979 (HarperCollins). I will slay you with my sparkling wit at McSweeney’s, The Reject Pile and other fine purveyors of smart-assery.
On this blog, you’ll find reviews, personal essays, confessions, rants and (I hope) humor. Also, totally-not-senile memoir-ettes about growing up in the ’60s and ’70s, my adventures in journalism and how rock and roll keeps playing in my head. Warning: There will probably also be some stuff about baseball. I can’t help it.
About the title: A long time ago, before blogs, status updates, tweets and tumbls, mix tapes were the way that people connected without actually having to speak to one another or write voluminous letters. The mix tape — OK, playlist — said all that needed to be said about who you were and what was important to you. To share mix tapes was to share souls.
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