![]() Sum up they don't - in 2015 I published a memoir called Going Into the City that makes a pass at that feat and doesn't sum up either. ![]() Whereupon Carola proved her greatness yet again by coming up with two anecdotes worth repeating inside of 45 seconds, one for me and one for her. but reading the stories below, that seems pretty impossible to believe. It's easy to say nobody cares any more - about music, about writing, about anything. Below you'll find a lot of words by some of those writers, whose work collectively smudged millions, people who remember reflexively the importance of a sentence's contour, a well-placed swear and a well-executed takedown. The Voice had most - all, it can seem - of the world's best music writers pass through its pages. ![]() (It has to be said that oftentimes, in my experience, those stands were as likely to be filled with bottles of urine as they were papers, though I only got there after the door was free to open.) Now, there are soon to be tens of thousands a week less, as The Village Voice ends an epoch, removing newsstands that for 62 years contained the lean and mien of an unparalleled city. There are far fewer fingertips smudged and squeaky with newsprint ink today than there were even an armful of years ago. ![]() Its final publication date has yet to be finalized. An East Village newsstand of T he Voice, which is ending its print edition after 62 years. ![]()
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