R.I.P. Jane Scott, the pioneering and prolific Cleveland rock writer
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In this age of snark and cynicism, Scott's writing style is an inspiration. "What set her apart was her willingness to be a fan," Holly Gleason wrote in the Los Angeles Times yesterday. "In a milieu of jaded critics, Scott wanted to believe in the possibilities of rock and the passion of the fans."
Reflecting on her career in 2002, Scott said that "What I like about rock music is that you can't sit around, feeling sorry for yourself. Rock gets you up on your feet, dancing, and you forget about it. The beat gets you going."
The Plain Dealer's current pop music critic John Soeder offers up some touching memories of Scott in his obituary: "Heads inevitably turned when she showed up at concerts with her dyed-blond hair, trademark red-rimmed trifocals and a ticket stub affixed to her blouse or jacket with a safety pin." he writes. "In her bulging purse, Scott always carried three pens, earplugs, a flashlight, a camera and a peanut butter sandwich, in case she got hungry."
A handful of Scott's pieces have been uploaded to The Plain Dealer's site, ranging from the Rolling Stones, Springsteen, and Hendrix to Live Aid and Lollapalooza, and they only skim the surface of her massive archive of work. You can read more about Scott's amazing life and sample her writings here.