On the trail of the phantom women who changed American music and then vanished without a trace.
I have remained skeptical of web X.0 media-rich articles, like NYT's "Snow Fall," purporting to be the future of journalism because new tools so often distract from the qualities of quality. Parallax scrolling doesn't make NYT"s "Snow Fall" followup, "The Jockey," into a great or even a notable article. Conversely, the simple still-image and text format of Grantland's engrossing "The End and Don King" diminishes its greatness not at all.
This isn't meant as a rebuke the authors or producers behind "The Jockey" for trying. I LIKE errors of largesse. The story simply didn't merit all the work put into it.
John Jeremiah Sullivan's article for NYT Magazine is a very good example of a story whose parts and details DO merit the extra attention and multi-modality of delivery. The subject is a mysterious duo of black pre-war lady-blues crooners whose driving minor hammer strumming may be the ultimate progenitor of Otis Taylor, to say nothing of their melancholy lyrics.
Check the article out if you have time. Bring headphones.