BULK ERASE MYSPACE.COM
Mood:  down
Now Playing: original Mickey Mouse Club LP (1955)
Topic: Expiration Dates



"HEY RSTEVIE, WHERE'D YOUR MYSPACE WEBPAGE GO TO? WHERE IT AT?"

Warning: big rant ahead.

I regret (not really) to inform you that I cancelled my myspace.com page weeks back. I extremely loathe the teen mindset of this kind of "community" cyber presence. Adding dozens of new "friends with pics & profiles"... c'mon, it's just not how it's supposed to be done. I cannot understand the desperate need for even popular stars to maintain their own myspace page as well as their own official websites. What's the point? Why would even WFMU need to have their own page there, when they have a great official site?

I update my own huge megasite constantly, and that's all I need. As far as posting the free tunes/mp3s, then I guess myspace at least has that "exposure element" feature for newbies, but it's honestly no biggie for me. I can easily do the same thing on my site. And now I even have tons of stuff placed on iTunes for sale.

What I despise is the immature slacker interactive part. The comments, the add-me emails, a trillion young bands, the fashionable highschool creeps' cliques which permeate this new rage phenomenon. All the blatant sex/romance ads and popups. Sheesh, it's so disgusting. These kinds of kidstuff sites have been around for years, the AOL/Yahoo/Tripod/Geocities groups and forums and clubs. Must to avoid. And now the trendy popularity of everybody's frickin' BLOGS. Bah. I hate it all. Turns me off. Count me OUT! 8->

I'm frankly amused that you've gotten so into it. Different strokes, I guess. But you must surely know where I'm coming from. I don't wanna "add 1,284 friends". I simply desire desperately needed PayPal orders from serious listeners and collectors. And also to merely document my entire life's chronology with precisely organized data & historic imagery.

Also, we seem to have little or no luck here with successfully accessing any audio on myspace. Slow dial-up connection? Songs stall and rebuffer over and over, play for 3 seconds and then stop again. So it's pointless on my end. You seem to be finding lots of interesting stuff by digging deeper, and that's very cool. But who has the time to search?

And yet I guess I am admittedly glad that our http://www.myspace.com/rsmlms page is still up there (as if anyone really cared, all 10 of them). You do it. Not me.

Even the old mp3.com was never 'this' bad. It was for music only, not fashion pen pals.

Downloading schmownloading.

What am I missing here??

That's my story and I'm stickin to it.

Forgive my angry panic. My loooong struggling career is totally topsy turvy, and now I gotta cope with this latest youth competition. Arrrgghh.

RSM
Nonconformist

My Mind Is Gone
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: EAR2 by automatic sam vs roy rogers
Topic: Expiration Dates
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Gimme script.

Morris Woodruff
November 26, 1980