Brisbane is, and always has been, a massive twatwaffle. We here in Kansas City had to put up with him at the Star twice. During his first run, when he reviewed Neil Young's Rust Never Sleeps album, Brisbane went on a long rant about how terrible it was that Young was glorifying a punk rocker who did heroin and killed his girlfriend. Because, of course, Brisbane didn't know the difference between Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten. This level of knowledge has been fastidiously maintained throughout his career.The Brisbane in question, of course, is Arthur S. Brisbane, the current public editor of the New York Times, who -- after a little kerfuffle this last Thursday -- is now widely conceded to be the stupidest man in American journalism.
Alas, the archives at the Kansas City Star don't go back to the '70s, so I wasn't able to find that Neil Young review. Nonetheless, it's kind of interesting to learn that before Brisbane became a clueless press watchdog he'd had an earlier career as a clueless rock critic.