I took notice when I first read Michael Goldberg in the San Francisco Chronicle. He appeared to be a stringer, a byline appearing occasionally and unpredictably, and then more often, then something to look forward to. It was the late seventies or early eighties. It wasn't that he was covering bands and records others weren't. He brought certain values to his work that were unmistakable and seemingly contradictory.
Foreword to Michael Goldberg's Addicted to Noise
Foreword to Michael Goldberg's Addicted to…
Foreword to Michael Goldberg's Addicted to Noise
I took notice when I first read Michael Goldberg in the San Francisco Chronicle. He appeared to be a stringer, a byline appearing occasionally and unpredictably, and then more often, then something to look forward to. It was the late seventies or early eighties. It wasn't that he was covering bands and records others weren't. He brought certain values to his work that were unmistakable and seemingly contradictory.