THIS IS WHY I DON'T GO TO AUSTIN

There's a dumb-ish review of Marooned in the Austin-American Statesman this weekend. For some reason, the writer seems way more wound up by what's not in the book, e.g. classic rock and big mainstream modern-day acts (guess he didn't see Nirvana's discography entry) than what is, and excessively concerned with behind-the-scenes stuff ("Why weren't writers I like included? I bet he couldn't pay them enough"). A friend informs me that the print version carries a disclaimer missing on the online version, that is, Mr. Salamon is a "former rock critic who has been a colleague or friend of many of the people mentioned in the review." Whatever; I'm mostly glad they spelled the photographer's name right.