So I’m having a peak at today’s messages that were sent to my dearly treasured personal myspace account (as opposed to the corporate account, supposedly monitored by a robot or cartoon character, but is in fact handled by no one) and I notice there’s a friend-add request from the New York band Oxford Collapse.
Where do these motherfuckers get off, interrupting me while I’m looking at sofa catalogs and eating quail? Aren’t the Oxford Collapse aware that my highly coveted seal-of-approval, is nothing less than CULTURAL CAPITAL?
(doing the Collapse — myreturnbuttonweighsaton)
I mean, the whole thing is presumptuous beyond belief. Just because I told someone I liked them, bought two of their CD’s last week and asked their booking agent if they could play a gig earlier this morning, does not give these young men the right to invade my space. Or MySpace.
All of that said, I remain open to the notion that there are some exciting young people out there with rad new ideas to advance. Like for instance, trying to get anyone with half a brain to believe that the Manic Street Preachers don’t suck.
re: Manic Street Preachers. Great band. Actually added something or other to the cultural landscape. Sad to see them used as fodder for professional (and amateur) name-droppers.
Sorry, Norm. The guy can’t sing to save his life, their lyrics are shit and the music makes U2 sound like Throbbing Gristle by comparison.
I add bands if they’re Philly bands that I know and like, or fake accounts like Vanity Six. Otherwise, it’s kind of annoying. At first, I thought I was getting them because I book shows, but other people get them too.
Sara, I just re-activated my MySpace account, and I’ve learned my lesson. Everyone is welcome — shameless self-promoters, 15 year olds in child size t-shirts, you name it. But that Rickey Edwards can fuck off.