Oh, for anyone who stumbles on this conversation and has no clue what I thought I originally meant by my PBS metaphor, here's a Cliff Notes version I wrote 20 years later for the Las Vegas Weekly:
I don't think it altogether delivers: missing are the tumult, the mess, and the anguish of the original Why Music Sucks essays, the social life and social detail, as well as the twists and back-and-forth of my own thinking, which all belong;* but it does clarify several points, as well as throwing a couple of pointed questions at me at the end.
The trot
The Rules Of The Game No. 24: The PBSification Of Rock
I don't think it altogether delivers: missing are the tumult, the mess, and the anguish of the original Why Music Sucks essays, the social life and social detail, as well as the twists and back-and-forth of my own thinking, which all belong;* but it does clarify several points, as well as throwing a couple of pointed questions at me at the end.
*If you'd like, you can find big hunks of the original essays in Reak Punks Don't Wear Black.