Who the hell are you? What do you do for a living?
What made you start blogging?
Would you say there is a sort of mp3 blog community, or at least a sense of community among those who blog?
If so, who are the big guns in that community?
In your opinion, what is the role of an mp3 blogger? Heady record store clerk? In-the-know older brother? Fuckin' MUSIC GAWD?
Do you think music/mp3 bloggers pose a threat to webzines? Print rags?
Sorry this is so long. Answer some. Answer none. Either way, thanks.
― rob mackey (mackey), Thursday, 27 January 2005 07:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael F Gill (Michael F Gill), Thursday, 27 January 2005 08:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matos-Webster Dictionary (M Matos), Thursday, 27 January 2005 08:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― rob mackey (mackey), Thursday, 27 January 2005 08:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― djdee2005 (djdee2005), Thursday, 27 January 2005 08:34 (twenty-one years ago)
How many memes, received wisdoms and hackneyed usages can I ram into 500-750 words?
― Harry Klam, Thursday, 27 January 2005 20:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― fauxhemian (fauxhemian), Thursday, 27 January 2005 21:14 (twenty-one years ago)
Well yes, of course. If people link to me they're in my community of circle-jerkers friends and I link back to them. If they don't they can't be in my community and no one will ever hear of them and they will perish even as they publish.
>In your opinion, what is the role of an mp3 blogger? Heady record >store clerk? In-the-know older brother? Fuckin' MUSIC GAWD?
GAWD. I like that, definitely, call me a GAWD. I am my own GAWD. Those who don't link and cleave to me are not GAWDs and do not flow from honorable sources. The metrics of GAWDness are easy to chart. All one has to do is look for mention of your GAWD in the Google News Tab, or have it send an e-mail alert to you whenever your GAWD is cited. The GAWD with the most mentions wins. A Lex-Nex account is also nice.
>Who the hell are you? What do you do for a living?
I am gone, a dwarf; a minimus, of hindering knot-grass made, a bead, an acorn. I am enamored of asses and a juggler of canker-sores.
― Gawd, Thursday, 27 January 2005 21:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― rob mackey (mackey), Friday, 28 January 2005 04:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― What's this place, Biblevania? (natepatrin), Friday, 28 January 2005 05:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Forksclovetofu (Forksclovetofu), Friday, 28 January 2005 18:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matthew "Flux" Perpetua, Friday, 28 January 2005 18:25 (twenty-one years ago)
“The biggest thing that’s happened to me musically this year hasn’t been any album in particular (attention span? What attention span?), but the discovery of MP3 blogs like Spoilt Victorian Child(www.spoiltvictorianchild.blogspot.com) and Fluxblog (www.fluxblog.org), to name a couple I visit almost daily. Obsessed music cheedle post two or three songs a day, and include links to dozens and dozens of other MP3 blogs out there, each with their own bent, be it sickly-sweet Europop or old northern soul. The wee of joy will come from your bladder and stain your trousers 'cuz it’s like having full access to the fave songs of busloads of indie music store clerks, without the unspeakable agony of having to actually talk to them.”
― Walt Bogdanich, Friday, 28 January 2005 20:37 (twenty-one years ago)
William Shatner and Joe Jackson—'Common People.' Denny Crane champions the working class and rocks my iPod like a load of hot wet poop.
Elvis Costello & the Imposters—'Monkey to Man.' This tongue-in-cheek tune's misanthropic narrator is a monkey who's depressed about the corrupt people in charge of the world outside his cage. So he hurls his poop at them.
Rilo Kiley—'It's a Hit.' The anti-Bush "It's a Hit" never mentions Dubya's name, but the identity of the song's poop-flinging chimp is quite clear.
― Jordan Rau, Friday, 28 January 2005 20:49 (twenty-one years ago)