What I’ve Learned: Eric T. Miller, MAGNET Editor-In-Chief (1993-Present), 46, Philadelphia

MAGNET’s editor-in-chief soberly reflects on what he’s learned over the past 25 years, 150 issues and enough alcohol to kill Guided By Voices

Eric T. Miller, 1993; 2004; 2018

My name is Eric. I’m an alcoholic. I had my last drink May 3, 2017.

I actually prefer the term “drunk” to “alcoholic” (fewer syllables), but I respond to either.

Most people in recovery don’t really like labels. Not me. I love labels—like Merge and Matador and Sub Pop and Bloodshot and 4AD and a bunch of others.

I learned more about both life and myself in my 29 days in rehab than I did in my 29 years of drinking.

One of the things I learned in rehab is that Ben & Jerry’s makes vegan ice cream, and it’s really good.

Unlike in the movies, they very rarely serve coffee at recovery meetings. Which is fine by me because I very rarely drink coffee.

Miller’s “fake news” desk, created for a 2000 MAGNET photo shoot by Dominic Episcopo

Everyone is addicted to something, usually many things. Most of them won’t kill you, though.

I’ve chosen to be open about my addiction and recovery for a couple of reasons. One is that only about 10 percent of people with substance-abuse problems seek help, many because of the stigma of being labeled as an addict. I’m proud to be a recovering addict. If my story helps to persuade one person to seek treatment or realize it’s OK to be in recovery or not relapse, I think I’ve made the right decision.

The opioid crisis we’re now facing is something that needs to be dealt with realistically. Right fucking now. If you’re one of those people who only starts to care about things after they directly affect you, don’t worry, that’s gonna happen soon enough: More Americans died in 2016 from overdoses (64,000) than did in the Vietnam War (58,000). Last year, about 25 people a week died from opioid overdoses in Philadelphia. Not only is this not going away, it’s only going to get worse and completely beyond repair.

Having a job that enables me to see any band I want for free in bars and other venues that serve booze, where pretty much everybody is drinking, certainly helped my frequent, excessive public alcohol consumption to go mostly unquestioned by others for my whole adult life.

If you read most of my Editor’s Notes over the years and didn’t have some inkling that I had a drinking problem, maybe you weren’t really reading between the lines and, often, the lines themselves. That said, they didn’t seem like cries for help at the time I was writing them, but in hindsight, I’m pretty sure they were.

When I wrote the cover tagline “A Decade Under The Influence” for our 10th-anniversary issue in 2003, I wasn’t just talking about music.

Issues #50 and #60 (10th-anniversary issue)

Writing about music is nothing like dancing about architecture. And using the words “music”/“writing” and “dancing” in the same sentence isn’t wise. Have you ever seen a music writer dance? It’s enough to drive a person to drink.

Speaking of music writers (and photographers): MAGNET pays so little that our freelancers open Gmail accounts just to eat the spam.

Bands reveal far more to photographers at shoots than they do to writers during interviews. One example: We did a feature on a well-known artist, and the angle of the story was how said artist was now clean and sober after years of abuse. This musician, however, showed up at our photo shoot in really bad shape after a very hard night of partying and asked our photographer to get some weed so said artist could smoke it to feel better. The musician’s handlers then requested that we not include this incident in the story, so we made no mention of it. Until now, though I’m not naming names.

If you want any access to a band on tour, you better become fast friends with the tour manager. On the road, the tour manager is god—a cranky, unjust god—and you’re usually nothing but a whiny, pain-in-the-ass heathen.

Bob Pollard is the greatest rock ’n’ roll songwriter of all time. That’s a fact that can’t be disputed. Do the math: He’s written more great songs than anyone else. Pollard is obviously guided by voices and, well, Guided By Voices.

As you might’ve noticed, GBV has been a huge part of the MAGNET story for all 25 years. I’m very proud of that. I hope Bob is, too.

Miller and Bob Pollard after the MAGNET Turns 21 show (and many, many drinks), with GBV’s Greg Demos keeping his drink safe between his legs

I think MAGNET is a great name for a music magazine. Everyone I started the mag with will take credit for picking it, but the truth is, no one really knows. It was one of dozens of possibilities, all listed on a sheet of paper. One by one we eliminated potential names, crossing them off until only one was left on the page. For something that meant absolutely nothing to me at the beginning, it means a lot to me now.

All music magazines say they don’t trade editorial for advertisements. I know for a fact that almost all of them are lying. I also know for a fact that MAGNET has never done that once in our 150 issues. The temptation for free money is, well, tempting, but once you go down that road, you’re never coming back. Besides, why would you want to work at a music mag if you couldn’t cover exactly what bands you wanted and/or felt needed to be covered?

I’m friends with many people in bands whose music I don’t like. I don’t like many people in bands whose music I love. Again, not naming names.

I remember the name of the first person who ever subscribed to MAGNET: Anna Bryant, from Atlanta. That’s all I know about her.

Just because you can write about music and share it with the world on the internet doesn’t make you a music critic. The same way that just because I can take your temperature doesn’t make me a doctor.

Nothing is off the record unless you say otherwise.

Issues #75 and #100

Looking something up on Wikipedia isn’t the same as fact checking.

When we started, I thought MAGNET would last six months, tops, so I’ve been almost famous for 24 and a half years more than I ever imagined.

Or maybe it’s all just been a dream, and anytime now I’m gonna wake up from it, in bed with Suzanne Pleshette, and resume my real life as a stammering Chicago psychologist.

Even after a quarter of a century of MAGNET, my parents still aren’t exactly sure what I do for a living.

My life’s work can—and will—fit into one large recycling bin.

Anytime I look at an issue of MAGNET, all I see are the mistakes.

If people think of MAGNET 100 years from now, it will probably be as that magazine that John Cusack was reading in High Fidelity. That is, if people in 2118 even know what the word “magazine” means.

John Cusack reading MAGNET on the set of “High Fidelity”

There are much more important things to read than music magazines.

Stealing music is wrong. Granted, this is coming from someone who hasn’t had to actually buy music since the first George Bush was president.

Speaking of presidents: We will not only survive but also thrive under a commander-in-chief as monumentally unfit for office as Trump, because we’re the greatest country on Earth.

If you hate Trump so much, stop just bitching about it and do something. Bitching about it on Facebook and Twitter doesn’t count as doing something. Being active on social media doesn’t make you socially active.

Once you can admit you’re not right about everything, you’ll realize how often you’ve been wrong.

I’d rather be happy than right, though the two aren’t mutually exclusive.

Issues #125 and #150

It’s always an appropriate time to quote Leonard Cohen.

Tom Waits is the coolest musician on the planet. Men want to be him. Women want to be with him. Men want their women to be with him. Nick Cave is a semi-distant second. If he plays his cards right, Matt Berninger from the National might enter into this conversation one day.

The phrase “when hell freezes over” has been replaced in my lexicon with “when the new Wrens album comes out.”

My Bloody Valentine, Superchunk and Pavement (with Gary Young drumming), June 19, 1992, Ritz, NYC. A lot of people claim to have been there, but I really was. I have the hearing loss to prove it. But that wasn’t the best triple bill I ever saw. This is: Guided By Voices, the Shins and My Morning Jacket, Sept. 5, 2003, Trocadero, Philadelphia. MAGNET’s 10th anniversary show. One for the (all-)ages.

The band I regret most never seeing live is Nirvana. I had three chances and blew all three. I did, however, have breakfast with Krist Novoselic once. Because of me, he got a parking ticket. The Philadelphia Parking Authority doesn’t care that you smell like teen spirit.

On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia, even though it’s not always sunny here.

People in the city who ride their bikes on the sidewalk are borderline sociopathic douchebags. No exceptions. If you think you’re the exception, you’re an extreme sociopathic douchebag. If you ride your bike on the sidewalk in the city while looking at your phone, in your next life, you’ll come back as an ant who’ll die on the sidewalk in the city, crushed by the wheels of bikes being ridden by sociopathic douchebags looking at their phones. This is easy to remember: It’s called a sidewalk, not a sideride.

MAGNET fifth-anniversary show poster; MAGNET Turns 21 show poster

Meeting people is easy, especially if you’re walking a dog in the city. And especially if that dog is MAGNET mascot Higgins (R.I.P.).

Dogs are better judges of character than people are. If your dog doesn’t like somebody, you probably shouldn’t, either.

Here’s a game I play if I’m feeling overly good about myself and need to be knocked down a few notches. (It’s also fun to play with others while drunk, but then again, what isn’t?) I look up what each member of the Beatles had already accomplished by whatever age I happen to be and then realize what a loser I am.

If you aren’t a liberal at 25, you have no heart. If you aren’t a liberal at 35, 45, 55, etc., you have no brain. There are some exceptions, namely my father, who’s certainly not lacking in either the heart or brain departments and is, like my mother, one of the best human beings I’ve ever met.

My mom has had Parkinson’s disease for 35 years. She’s had breast cancer multiple times. She’s had her thyroid removed. She’s had myriad other health issues as far back as I can remember. And she’s never complained about any of it. So, yeah, my mom can beat up your mom.

Whenever I’m in a stressful situation, I pretend that I’m in an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Once the theme song plays at the end, everything’s fine. Until my next episode.

Balance is the most difficult thing to achieve in life. It’s also one of the most important. How do you do it? If you know, please tell me. I have no fucking clue.

So what do I love about music? To begin with: everything.

Issue #1
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Essential New Music: Felt’s “A Decade In Music” And Go-Kart Mozart’s “Mozart’s Mini-Mart”

Felt was one of Britain’s best indie bands of the 1980s that never quite got its due in the States. Historically minded fans of early Belle And Sebastian, the Pains Of Being Pure At Heart or, especially, the Clientele should dive deeply into Cherry Red’s reissues of the first five albums (1982’s Crumbling The Antiseptic Beauty, 1984’s The Splendour Of Fear and The Strange Idols Pattern And Other Short Stories, 1985’s Ignite The Seven Cannons and 1986’s Let The Snakes Crinkle Their Heads To Death), each with a bonus seven-inch and other ephemera with the CD versions. (The other half of the band’s symmetrical discography will follow.) They’re essential. Longtime fans will find album number five retitled (jaunty, brief instrumental Let The Snakes Crinkle is now The Seventeenth Century) and number four drastically remixed (six tracks of Ignite have been stripped of Robin Guthrie’s dream-pop production effects, although thankfully “Primitive Painters,” the classic duet with Guthrie’s Cocteau Twins bandmate Elizabeth Fraser, remains untouched).

Lawrence, Felt’s deep-voiced auteur, went on to form hilarious glam-rock spoof Denim and still releases music as Go-Kart Mozart. Mozart’s Mini-Mart is full of short, witty synth-pop songs such as “When You’re Depressed.” Think Magnetic Fields at their most ephemeral.

—Steve Klinge

In The News: Jim James, Father John Misty, Lykke Li, English Beat, Prefuse 73, Essex Green, Black Sabbath, Jeremy Enigk, Mick Ronson, Eric Clapton, Gene Clark And More

My Morning Jacket frontman Jim James will release third solo album Uniform Distortion on June 29 via ATO. The 11-track LP is the follow-up to 2016’s Eternally Even and will be supported by lives dates in NYC (May 20 at David Lynch’s Festival Of Disruption) and Berkeley, Calif. (June 21 opening for Robert Plant And The Sensational Space Shifters) … Father John Misty returns with fourth album God’s Favorite Customer on June 1 via Sub Pop … A week later, Lykke Li is back with her fourth album, so sad so sexy, on RCA … The English Beat will release Here We Go Love, its first new album since 1982, on June 15 … That same day, Immersion—Colin Newman (Wire) and Malka Spigel (Minimal Compact)—will release Sleepless on swim~ …  Prefuse 73 returns May 25 with Sacrifices (Lex) … Innocence Mission‘s Sun On The Square is out June 29 on Badman … LUMP is Laura Marling and Mike Lindsay (Tunng, Throws), and the dynamic duo’s self-titled debut is out June 1 via Dead Oceans … Grand Bargain! is the first LP from the Poster Children since 2004, and it comes May 18 on Lotuspool … The Milk Carton KidsAll The Things That I Did And All The Things That I Didn’t Do (Anti-) is out June 29 … Given that we’ve been waiting 12 years for a new Essex Green album, Hardly Electronic (Merge, June 29) better be damn good … Ordinary Corrupt Human Love is the fourth LP from Deafheaven, out July 13 on Anti- … Jeffrey Foucault‘s Blood Brothers will be issued June 22 via Blueblade … Capitol Nashville is releasing Carrie Underwood‘s Cry Pretty on September 14 … Fates Warning‘s Live Over Europe is out June 29 on InsideOutMusic … On June 22, Paul Rodgers will release Free Spirit: Celebrating The Music Of Free on CD/DVD, vinyl and Blu-ray via Quarto Valley … The limited-edition, seven-inch-vinyl-only Supersonic Years: The Seventies Singles Box Set (Warner Bros., June 8) compiles the 10 singles that the notoriously singles-shy Black Sabbath issued between 1970 and 1978, including “Paranoid”/”The Wizard,” “Iron Man” (Single Edit)/”Electric Funeral” and “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” (Edited Version)/”Changes” … Sub Pop will release Jeremy Enigk’s Return Of The Frog Queen: Expanded Edition, the newly remastered 1996 solo debut from the Sunny Day Real Estate frontman, on May 25 … Beside Bowie: The Mick Ronson Story, The Soundtrack is, well, the soundtrack to Beside Bowie: The Mick Ronson Story, last year’s documentary on famed Bowie sideman and prolific collaborator (Lou Reed, Morrissey, Queen, Elton John and Mott The Hoople, to name just a handful) Mick Ronson; the 13-track album features songs with Bowie, Queen and more and is out June 8 courtesy of UMe … Speaking of music-doc soundtracks: The two-CD and four-LP Life In 12 Bars (UMe/Universal, June 8; July 20 for vinyl) features 32 from the Lili Fini Zanuck-directed film on Eric Clapton, with songs from the likes of the Yardbirds, John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek And The Dominos, the Beatles, George Harrison, Aretha Franklin and Muddy Waters; Life In 12 Bars is available on Blu-ray and DVD via Eagle Rock … Gene Clark fans, mark June 15 on your calendar: Gene Clark Sings For You collects eight never-before-released, post-Byrds solo songs and demos of six tracks he wrote for the Rose Garden (all from 1967), while A Trip Through The Garden: The Rose Garden Collection is a reissue of that band’s 1968 debut with 16 bonus tracks.