Blogging bullets
- 17th March, 2004
- My first blog post
- Over here
- I’m re-reading it all
- Sad git
Yesterday Soph and I drove in to London, parked the car at Queensway and caught the tube to Mile End where we met Ash for lunch.
Ash is a unique guy. Genuinely talented and blessed with an abundance of creativity Ash chooses to spend most of his time working in the public sector; providing valuable services to some of our fellow humans most in need of assistance.
With his free time, Ash indulges his creative talents as a composer/musician of serious ability – we have shared just a fraction of his musical talent with our podcast listeners, under the names of artists ‘Warning! Heat Ray!’ and ‘Unsound’.
And he writes; as a music analyst/reviewer, Ash is one of the few muso-writers whose opinions – and writing – I hold in genuinely high regard.
Lunch, with Ash, was brilliant; that’s a measure of what a genuinely nice guy he is.
Later in the afternoon we went back to the West End, had lunch in an Italian restaurant in Berner Street then walked to the place where we were to meet up with author Alex Marsh and renowned blogger Jonny B.
Alex Marsh and Jonny B are the same person, obv.
The occasion was an informal launch of Alex’s new book ‘Sex and Bowls and Rock & Roll’, or as Alex put it ‘Not a book launch, just a drink in a pub with a few friends’.
Sitting next to Alex was the deliciously gorgeous Catherine Sanderson (aka internationally renowned author and erstwhile blogger, Petite Anglaise).
So that wasn’t very intimidating at all, was it? Jonny B and Petite Anglaise sitting next to me.
Erm, yes. I may have slipped in to idiot mode.
More people arrived.
Mike Atkinson (aka influential blogger/journalist Troubled Diva) was followed by a pair of very influential internet characters, bloggers, writers and podcasters, Cliff Jones and Mr Angry.
The very lovely (he did me a favour by personalising a copy of his book for Soph) Andrew Viner.
And there were others!
People whose names I can’t remember; intelligent, articulate people who said bright, witty (if not outrageously funny) things.
It was a fun, funny evening.
We bailed out, leaving the survivors to carry on, around 8pm.
By the time we got home, watched Big Brother drank tea and fell in to bed it was midnight.
This morning Soph and I are teetering around the house like a pair of newly-dead zombies.
Because we are not the grown-up people we pretended to be on two occasions, in front of all those folk, yesterday.
We are a pair of kids who went out and successfully fooled them all.
Ha-ha, fooled you!
But not only was it really nice to meet everyone – from lunch with Ash to Jonny B and all of his friends – it was very pleasant to meet such a thoroughly nice group of people.
Yesterday Soph and I drove in to London, parked the car at Queensway and caught the tube to Mile End where we met Ash for lunch.
Ash is a unique guy. Genuinely talented and blessed with an abundance of creativity, Ash chooses to spend most of his time working in the public sector; providing valuable services to some of our fellow humans most in need of assistance.
With his free time, Ash indulges his creative talents as a composer/musician of serious worth – we have shared just a fraction of his musical talent with our podcast listeners, under the names of artists ‘Warning! Heat Ray!’ and ‘Unsound’.
And he writes; as a music analyst/reviewer, Ash is one of the few muso-writers whose opinions – and writing – I hold in genuinely high regard.
Lunch, with Ash, was brilliant; that’s a measure of what a genuinely nice guy he is.
Later in the afternoon we went back to the West End, had a meal in an Italian restaurant in Berner Street, then walked to the place where we were to meet up with author Alex Marsh and renowned blogger Jonny B.
Alex Marsh and Jonny B are the same person, obv.
The occasion was an informal launch of Alex’s new book ‘Sex and Bowls and Rock & Roll’, or as Alex put it ‘Not a book launch, just a drink in a pub with a few friends’.
Sitting next to Alex was the deliciously gorgeous Catherine Sanderson (aka internationally renowned author and erstwhile blogger, Petite Anglaise).
So that wasn’t very intimidating at all, was it? Jonny B and Petite Anglaise sitting next to me.
Erm, yes. I may have slipped in to idiot mode.
More people arrived.
Mike Atkinson (aka influential blogger/journalist Troubled Diva) was followed by a pair of very high-profile internet characters: bloggers, writers and podcasters, Cliff Jones and Mr Angry.
Then the gorgeous Girl With A One-Track Mind rocked up.
The very lovely (he once did me a favour by personalising a copy of his book for Soph) Andrew Viner followed on behind.
And there were others!
People whose names I can’t remember; intelligent, articulate people who said bright, witty (if not outrageously funny) things.
It was a fun, funny evening.
We bailed out, leaving the survivors to carry on, around 8pm.
By the time we got home, watched Big Brother drank tea and fell in to bed it was midnight.
This morning Soph and I are teetering around the house like a pair of newly-dead zombies.
Why teetering around the house? Because we are not the grown-up people we pretended to be on two occasions, in front of all those folk, yesterday.
We are a pair of kids who went out and successfully hoodwinked them all into believing that we were grown-up.
Ha-ha, fooled you!
But not only was it really nice to meet everyone – from lunch with Ash to to the afternoon/evening’s meeting with Jonny B and all of his friends – it was very pleasant to meet such a thoroughly nice group of people.
Earlier today I got a tweet from a reader of this blog to say she had been trying to submit a comment here, but the comment was vanishing every time.
Half an hour later I experienced exactly the same problem over at Soupy’s place and moments later, the same problem again over with the Mooster.
Ten minutes ago I had the same problem with The Magnificent Frog. Less than five minutes ago I experienced the same issue with LizSara.
Is anyone else experiencing self-hosted or WordPress-hosted, WordPress issues – specifically – comments not being accepted?
So we’ve been doing really random things today and laughing a lot and giggling like kids and singing and Sophie’s cleaned the house and is it only me that feels as if it’s been a weekend day?
I know Soph’s been home because it’s her Thursday off and that makes it seem like the weekend but the sun’s been shining and I had my hair cut this morning and rode Tom this afternoon and gave him a bubble bath and came home and wrote two PowerPoint presentations that I have to give tomorrow morning in Wiltshire and…
Oh dear.
I seem to have run out of punctuation.
Bugger.
I’ll just nip upstairs and see if there’s any spare punctuation in the filing cabinet.
Back soon.
I’m going back to an old topic from a new perspective: the ultimate band website. Having thought about it for a year I have a load of random ideas, but I haven’t yet put them together into a coherent structure. This is an attempt to find out what I think about band websites – an essay in the true sense.
Most bands want a website that looks cool, in the same way that they want their album art to be cool and their gig posters to be cool. Album art and gig posters have a very simple purpose: the one-way communication of a small amount of information. A website has a complex purpose: it has to be a social object1 around which people can gather and converse, a point of engagement between fan and band, and a shop (if not more). And it has to look cool.
As with all this internet stuff, there’s no single answer that will suit every band. I rarely find band websites that I think are good, but when I do it’s always because the site completely fits with the band. Pomplamoose’s main internet presence is their YouTube channel, because they make Videosongs and that’s where their fans go to engage with them. BareNakedLadies have a full-featured website with multi-author blogs, behind-the-scenes videos, and shedloads of content2, because their fans are geeks and enjoy getting involved with all that stuff.
There’s a problem when a band doesn’t use the internet in the same way as its fans. If a band only wants to use MySpace I’m never going to notice them. If a potential fan isn’t on Twitter they are unlikely to hear about me. If a band wants to communicate by post (I’m looking at you, Islet ;) they are going to have trouble engaging with the digital geeks who want to be involved.
There’s a part of me (the wannabe rock star) that sides with the stubborn bands. I stopped playing live gigs completely last year and just played online in various weird and wonderful ways. I love the two issues of The Isness that Islet have posted to me (in the actual post – on paper). I understand that as a band you want to define the rules of engagement and make your artistic statement. I understand that a lot of bands don’t spend all their time online. I understand that maintaining an element of mystery and theatre can make for an amazing magical live show.
But there’s another part of me (the music fan) that’s only ever had really deep positive experiences with bands when I’ve been able to get past the show and find out about the people and the story behind the music. At first it was from my Dad telling stories about records in his collection. As a teenager it was through books and films about rock stars and music scenes that I’d missed by decades, and endless conversations in record shops and issues of Record Collector. Then people started posting MP3 bootlegs on forums3 and making websites about otherwise mysterious legends. Now people recommend music on Posterous, tweet Spotify playlists and the conversations about music are easier to tap into than ever before.
The old music industry model created social objects (records, magazine interviews, press releases, tabloid stories) to feed the conversation, so the artists didn’t have to. Now people want to engage with bands outside the mainstream press, and either the band creates the social objects or the fans do. A lot of bands are building websites that allow fans to create stuff, but it’s not that easy.
Jonathan Coulton fans make loads of videos, cover versions and remixes of his music, but he gave them loads of stuff first: he posted a song a week and blogged the whole thing. He also spent half his time answering email.
So why not let the fans make all the content? Because in almost all cases they won’t. Not unless the bands make way more first.
This may be the wrong question to ask, because I’m not sure they do. I certainly don’t (well, almost never), and in my straw poll of random people in pubs over the last few months nobody else did either. Let’s figure out the reasons why I very occasionally visit band websites:
Me first. Here’s what I’ve used recently to discover, share, research, listen to and talk about music (not counting my own music):
I don’t really know what other people get up to, but off the top of my head:
I’ll let this lot compost for a while and see if I can come up with anything useful, but here are my initial thoughts:
I need to have at least half a dozen more pub conversations about this before it will start to make sense. If you can help clarify any of it, or just add an example to my painfully narrow data, please comment. I’m intrigued to know what you think. ;)
I’m using the pretentious phrase “social object” in the way that music industry commentators use it, to describe an object around which social interactions happen, and without which they wouldn’t. For context, read The Song/Artist Adoption Formula on Music Think Tank. ↩
I’m using the annoyingly glib, but rather useful, internet-specific meaning of “content”. I know, it’s almost unforgivable to talk about the beautiful and unique expressions of someone’s consciousness and identity as “content”. Forgive me. I spend my days making websites and I’ve been brainwashed. ↩
At one point in 1999 I had 185 Ben Folds (Five) concert bootlegs, burned onto CDs because hard drives weren’t big enough yet. ↩
Coldplay/Keane-liking isn’t music-liking. We can’t let our ad hoc data be skewed by people with no useful opinion. ↩
I’m not saying this to show off that I knew about the album ages ago. Well, that’s not the only reason. It’s also a great example of how I got excited about an album (and an artist) before I ever heard it because of the story behind it. ↩
What a geek. Seriously.
I should be in bed, cause I was out playing a club gig with Little Fish last night. Instead I’m seeing if I can blog from TextMate using Markdown1. If you don’t know what I mean, you’re lucky. Your brain doesn’t make you geek out this much…
… because these days we’re all using Web2.0 technology to read websites, right?
I have dumped Bloglines as my Web v2.0 Reader Of Choice.
See that blue shivering pile in the corner of the garden?
That’s Bloglines that is.
The replacement is Google Reader.
Now some folk might tut and shake their head at my tardiness in adopting Google Reader as my Web v2.0 Reader Of Choice, but the reason I didn’t adopt it earlier comes flooding back to me, now that I’m using the product.
Feed extracts.
A couple of websites I read show up as full-length articles in Bloglines, but they are only reproduced in extract format in Google Reader.
And yet they’re both reading *the same* RSS feeds.
I don’t get it.
So I have just typed the URI (not the feed address) for one of those websites in to the Google Reader subscription bar and guess what?
Yep, I’m now getting the full articles in Google Reader.
So what I have here, in my Google Reader account, are two subscriptions to the same RSS feed in the same Google Reader product, yet one subscription shows an extract of the original, while the other subscription shows the full Monty.
WTF?
Anyway, it’s an easy fix; I just follow the same process for the half-dozen other RSS feeds that were being truncated by Google Reader, delete the extract feeds and Robert’s your mother’s brother – job done.
I know this RSS reader stuff is so much easier than having to click through to every single website one wants to read on a daily basis, just to check if anything has updated, I just don’t understand where the gremlin in Google Reader’s functionality is.
Anyway, bye-bye Bloglines and welcome to my bosom Google Reader.
And to celebrate, here’s my word of the day:
Tit.
Imagine, if you will, a strange and wonderful place where the world is made up of postings and status updates that are longer than 140 characters yet shorter than a blog post. Imagine that this place was easy to get to, required no sign up and just worked. Easy. Believing that this exists must mean that I’m slowly turning insane, drunk, dreaming, or very, very high. Or I may have finally given in to the brilliance that is Posterous.
There’s so much cool stuff that happens that you just forget about – the classic one liner that you say and know will never be penned, the priceless photo of your aunt falling off her chair or the genius idea that you had while half asleep last night and can’t remember any more. Twitter isn’t enough to save these items to — plus it’s too volatile; a tweet will be alive for days (if it’s lucky). On the other hand, a blog post just seems a bit too formal (for me at least). Which is why Posterous is rather good. Just send it an email, and it will get added to your ‘site’.
You can see and follow the crap that falls out of my head that’s too long for Twitter and too short for slightlymore at http://iblamefish.posterous.com/; or, if you’re feeling lazy and want a save a few keystrokes, iblamefish.com will take you there too :)
As promised, the winners of the T-Shirt giveaway (in order of close proximity to the target of blog visitors up until 22.00 last night) are:
1st place: Allister who was uncannily close with the number of the beast (666), a mere 16 adrift
2nd place: Masher who was also spookily close with 600, a mere gnats testicle of 82 away
3rd place: Sarah who was just 100 adrift with 782
The score on the visitors door for yesterday up until 22.00 was 682 as evidenced by the screenshot below. I’ll drop Allister, Masher and Sarah a line tomorrow to get addresses to send them off to.