Monday, April 7, 2008

In that last post did we say more cultural coverage is always better? Sorry. Slip of the tongue. More quality coverage is better. There were some stories in the Lagniappe this week that missed that mark. Keith Spera cribs the entire meat of his piece on Iron and Wine from an interview in Paste magazine. What happened? The TP couldn't score its own interview?

A sloppy error sits smack in the center of Robyn L. Loda's paint-by-numbers piece on the IsleƱos Festival:
New Orleans area residents may be more familiar with Latin American cuisine since Hurricane Katrina brought an influx of food vendors to serve an expanding Latino population. But the Islenos have been celebrating such dishes at the festival for three decades.
Just to be clear, the IsleƱos are from Spain. Spaniards do not eat tacos.

Brett Anderson normally covers the food beat, but he's been missing for the past few weeks. He did return on Sunday for a story about a car accident involving Bacchanal's owner:
People won't remember March 30 as the sort of perfect Sunday night they've grown accustomed to at Bacchanal Fine Wine and Spirits, although that is precisely what it was until tragedy stuck in the wee hours of the following morning.
That lede just makes my head hurt. Or maybe I should say that that lede does not make my head not hurt.
Turns out local boy Dave Walker is the president of the Television Critics Associations. In this article in Broadcast and Cable he laments the demise of the television critic:
“The fact that newspapers are giving up this role as navigators over this most pervasive of mediums, it’s totally weird to me,” said Dave Walker, president of the Television Critics Association and critic at the New Orleans Times-Picayune.

I certainly agree that more cultural coverage is better, but Walker might want to look in the mirror to discover why his ilk is becoming irrelevant. How many weeks did he spend summarizing the plot of K-Ville? As if that wasn't sufficiently sleep inducing, he now summarizes every episode of a This Old House show on New Orleans. When you've become the equivalent of a soap opera digest for the PBS crowd, it's hard to argue that you're worth the expense.