This is a pricy magazine, but always a great read. I haven't even gotten all the way through this issue, which has stories on Betty Davis (crazed funk bitch), Ornette Coleman, and Too Short, plus other shit. Those were the three on the cover promises list that got me stoked up though to waste $8 on a magazine.
Since I've been recording more stupid music in the past year, and dealing with people who are super-obsessive about different aspects of making a song or CD, like the production and mixing and ambiance of the recording area and how to make something sound clean yet raw or raw yet refined or whatever the fuck, it's made me get more into reading about past shit of that nature. Waxpoetics is the perfect mag for someone nerding out on that tip. And it's got nothing but love for the vinyl lover.
This isn't the cheapest magazine there is, but it's also the most book-like in the amount of shit in it worthwhile to read. Plus, of the three issues I've gotten, I've learned more about some artist I barely knew about but liked, and discovered some new crazy shit to explore as well. You can't ask for much more than that. Well, you probably could, but if you did you're probably the type of bitch ass who thinks everything should be right there for you to see and that you've actually learned more by having the internet when all you do is look at dumb shit all day long, unless you take minimal breaks to read graphic novels (grown folk comic books). But should you ever come across Waxpoetics, pick one up, if you love the musics of influence upon the hip hoppers.
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