Dave, how shall I put this
, Classic Rock is an English magazine (has been for a decade or so)
http://www.classicrockmagazine.com/that caters to that irrelevant minority of us who (also) like what you have in the past opted to refer to as "stadium rock". They are the kind of magazine that do serious articles on, say, REO Speedwagon or ELP tours in the seventies, and there are aging baby boomers like me who enjoy the mag and have had a subscription for years. (Edith calls it "your porn mag".) I'm, of course, also the only person on earth that still buys CDs and holds mp3s for an assault on taste and ears.
In other words: It's nothing, just move on, Dave, there is nothing to look at. These are people who even have a spin-off Prog magazine running (which is very successful, thank you, let's see if today's mp3 listeners will be buying magazines on their bands in forty years from now?) and that utmost doubleplusungood form of stadium rock called, yes, AOR. They do whole magazines on Journey, Styx and Foreigner alone, it's disgusting.
In recent years they have broadened their focus somewhat and only comparatively recently received some flak for an interview with Paul Weller (ex-Jam and Style Council, Dave) which some of their old guard readers did not deem to be credibly rock (or "rawk!") enough, CR reacted undeterred in their idiosyncratic Brit humor. They are a bit of an elephants' graveyard for rock journos that did work before for Sounds, Kerrang and Metal Hammer, but there is also rock journo nobility like Charles Shaar Murray who used to write for Melody Maker and NME. In US terms, I'd say they are a bit like Creem magazine used to be.
I'm always happy when mine arrives.
Uwe
PS: I know one of their authors personally which is how I got to know Messrs John Wetton (Family, King Crimson, Roxy Music, Bryan Ferry, Uriah Heep, Wishbone Ash, UK, Asia), Geoff Downes (Buggles, Yes, Asia), Steve Howe (Yes, GTR, Asia) and Carl Palmer (Arthur Brown, ELP, Quango, Asia) backstage after a gig in Aschaffenburg only comparatively recently (all of them courteous English gentlemen and Herr Wetton chatted even a little about his Gibson Victory with me, Carl Palmer was more interested about my law firm career as his daughter has just joined one - "I now have a medical doctor, a pilot and a lawyer in the family" he beamed - and Herr Howe, alas, doesn't shake hands and only waves hi and good-bye shyly for microbic reasons). Classic Rock, Dave, is a bit for people who care about all that history and trivia hidden in those parentheses. Self-congratulatory, no doubt, but hold a vinyl copy of Tales of Topographic Oceans in your hands and marvel at the Roger Dean cover and then try holding an mp3 and look at, well, look at nothing and you will then still not know what I mean. But then you don't have to either.
