THE VILLAGE RETURNS ITS VOICEY FULL
THE VILLAGE RETURNS ITS VOICEY FREE

The Facilities Committee is making decisions about what will be bid for a city DPW garage and Village Hall expansion but there is no documentation on how those decisions are made.

Although on the agenda, committee reports are rarely made during Council meetings and written reports are never provided. Will I throw out my old Voices? No way.I see on the current website information that some committees have 'notes', the Finance Committee says they take no minutes, and some committees have nothing. But the Voice is still breathing, and might even serve a purpose, albeit with a bare-bones staff. An alternative weekly doesn’t have the specialness it used to, even if it’s now more hourly than weekly. It will never again approach the impact of its print heyday, but that reduction in stature already happened ages ago.

THE VILLAGE RETURNS ITS VOICEY FULL

The fact that the Voice will now be all-digital means that perhaps they can build on what they’ve learned about creating a site full of instant-access service pieces, reviews and opinion. I remember doing web-only items (and also podcasts) back when many other papers and magazines didn’t have the foresight to go there. You can put unlimited amounts of articles there - it’s infinite - and it’s immediate, too.įortunately for the Voice, they have long known the value of constructing a web presence. Why would they when they can just run their fingers around the device in their pocket? And that actually might not be disastrous for the state of journalism, because the Internet is capable of embracing in-depth reporting - or any kind of reporting. The communications landscape has changed to the point where very few people I know who are under 50 would even dream of picking up a print publication. Lamenting the loss of the print edition, when it’s merely reconfiguring as a site, is like pining for the days of horse-and-buggies, typewriters and landline phones. But as the Voice’s urgency dwindled, inevitably, it moved to a different venue. The content was brash and bold, and it was all true, too - every week, I’d be on the phone with the fact checker, going over each detail - so the paper’s refreshing iconoclasm had a credence that gave it heft. As such, I was constantly using print to demand more sensitivity from corporations, entertainers and politicians who were misstepping with their phobic words and deeds.Īll those years, the print Voice was a treasure - something to hold and commune with, to absorb every page of (starting with the legendary Jules Feiffer cartoons) and to pass around in order to turn your friends on to your favorite article that week. Through the years, the print edition had carried my interviews with engagingly mouthy celebrities (like Zsa Zsa Gabor and Carrie Fisher), my reports on up-and-coming nightclub personalities (RuPaul, Kiki and Herb) and my screeds against homophobia back when I was one of the few openly gay people in journalism. The Voice had broken ground as a place where people of color, LGBTs and the counterculture were welcome to take center stage and address important sociopolitical topics as seen through a personal lens. At this point, I’d been laid off from the Voice in 2013, then brought back as an entertainment correspondent in ’16, and then hardly used at all in ’17 - but I still had a fond feeling for its place in history as a bastion of arts coverage, investigative reporting, and even fanciful fluff and satire.

Furthermore, the underground culture the Voice specialized in is now part of the mainstream, and virtually everyone covers leftie politics, identity-related issues and drag queens. Obviously, print was being eclipsed by web-related material and those boxes were getting dirtier and dirtier. Again, I was amazed - meaning that the paper Voice had lasted so long. More than two decades later, this past August, the Voice announced that it was ending its print run and going completely digital.

The paper - which had jumped to an untenable $1.25 cover price - was able to stay alive by becoming a grab away. I wasn’t enamored with the idea of having the paper placed in red boxes stationed around the city, which often ended up being so soiled and smelly it almost seemed life-threatening to take a copy. The Voice was my home base - a legendary alternative weekly that had fostered passionate reporting since its founding in 1955, and a place where I had been allowed to flourish by tackling unconventional topics in unorthodox ways. I had done my weekly nightlife and entertainment column, “La Dolce Musto,” there since 1984, and counted on the freedom and prestige it afforded me, not to mention the money and office supplies.

THE VILLAGE RETURNS ITS VOICEY FREE

When the Village Voice went free in 1996, I feared for my job.

The village returns its voicey