Friday, 21 May 2010

I'm From Rolling Stone

It seems every scribe and his pen wants to be a music journalist these days. You know the usual spiel. I hope that one day I too can work for a highly renowned music publication such as Rolling Stone. "It's longevity is a testament to its quality of craft and passion for all things aurally gorgeous". Well in 2007, MTV television decided to jump on this wagon; one that would most certainly rake in the' cash. And so as to not make things too confusing, we are talking about an MTV audience here guys, they're the one's that relish at the sight of those beef-head Guidos on Jersey Shore, the show was called I'm From Rolling Stone. It was everything it's name claimed to be and not much more.

Six aspiring muso-journos were plucked from their respective American cities and given Summer internships in the hope of landing a Contributing Editor position at the highlight esteemed rock magazine. 

The Players

Krishtine de Leon was a local hip-hop magazine editor from San Francisco // Peter Maiden, an Australian college student at UC Berkeley // Tika Milan, a lesbian poet and freelance journalist from Brooklyn, NY // Russell Morse, a former juvenile deliquent turned reporter for a local San Francisco newspaper // Krystal Simpson from CA with a love for classic rock // Colin Stutz, a 20 year old University of Southern California student from Oregon

Upon the final episode the winner was to be Krishtine de Leon; however, if reality television has taught this generation anything it's that you don't actually have to win the competition to 'win the competition'.

Aussie boy Pete Maiden who didn't manage to win the show did in fact win 'off the show'. He is currently the video editor for Rolling Stone and I'm not really sure what Miss Krishtine de Leon is doing.

Check out Maiden's Rolling Stone expedition, so far..

Stay tuned.

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