"Your writing a blog, that means it's your opinions; an unedited account of your own personal take on the jazz industry and it's music, with absolutely no jurisdiction from a higher authority. Why would you never include criticism or even entertain the prospect of writing about someone's album that you didn't enjoy?"
The question has been ringing around my head ever since my housemate so fervently put it to me. Often it disappears into the alcoves of my consciousness, residing primarily in a deep corner of my mind alongside other non-important universal wondering's. However, I often find that it resurfaces as I begin to 'Tip tap' out another praise-filled album review for the blog. At the time of being asked, I had no answer for him, I recall easily shrugging the question off and going back to my game of Fifa (I was probably Huddersfield), but as time has progressed I have found myself perusing his point more thoroughly. In a way, it's a cut and dry question that doesn't really need answering; 'I don't enjoy criticising artists, especially when I currently have no viable source of musical output to offer myself', but my reasoning goes deeper than that.
I think it unfair to presume that because you are a blogger, no matter how audaciously titled your site may be (*Cough* this one) that your opinion on someone's output should be instantly recognizable as one of importance. I find that many art blogs, be they music, film, dance or theatre based, tend to descend into what essentially becomes a bit of a 'know it all' style tirade against something that the author hasn't enjoyed, or which they believe to be a lower form of their niche than their own personal preference encapsulates. I write this blog to promote myself and more importantly, the British jazz scene. I'd rather write laudably about the albums that I love whilst mentioning nothing of the records that I dislike, than to write a scathing account of my feelings towards someone's work which another person would probably love.
Perhaps this is an avenue that I am delving too far into, the internet is rife with opinion and my point should not be taken as an attack against 'untrained writers' (as I am one myself). The point I'm trying to convey is that If i came to this blog and saw a comedic, four line review of the record that I'd just grafted over for two years of my life, portraying the music as boring and uninspired, I'd probably ask serious questions as to who this Josh Jennings thought he was, and at the end of the day... who the fuck am I?