The other night on CBC2 I heard this Baby baby baby song by somebody Murphy and, y'know when you encounter stuff so bad that it makes you squirm in the pit of your stomach out of empathic embarrassment for them?

And then there's those that should know better. These ones just put me in a bad mood ...

I don't know what band-management howto magazine it is, but what's with all these pops-toppers and their pointless Me-2 Hey lookie me I'm so hip non-blogs?

I don't mean to be cruel, or no, wait, maybe I do because there's obvious fan-pap like Barbie's Scene or the BNLs, but then there's should have a clue obtuse who the heck paid for this cutesy bloggy sites like billycorgan.com -- I mean, one message per page can be style, but making it droll is just droll and making it pure-flash so I can't quote it and only done so I can scroll it's little 9-line window by one line? Is it supposed to be a simulation of those pointless little LCD panes they put into Yamaha keyboards?

Colour me un-hip, billy-boy, because I can dig a lot of outside web design, but I just don't get your point.

but I am happy you like kittens; they are cute and make interesting cognitive development laboratories as they fumble about in their endless sea of amazement, totally without the least fear of walking into situations beyond their control. Somewhat like pop-stars blogging. Hmmm ... oh, I get it, the kittens are your metaphor? I hope not, because I'd like to think that you like kittens, it at least gives us some common ground you and I.

connect with me ... dammit

Maybe if I'm lucky, Billy hates my blog-style too. Then we can connect on that.

Since I can't cut and paste, I guess I can paraphrase; Corgan says something like ..

gee golly rock and roll is hard. been up all night with the lawyers trying to find unpatented melodies. I'm going to use Gary's method to write some really cool Bowie-like lyrics ...

well ... something like that, I don't remember exactly, it was a long time ago this morning. Ah the life of the idle a-lister idol. Bollocks. Burns my backside it does. Go or get off the pot.

state of the arts

the mama an' me were talkin' about how frustrating it is that so many people just don't get this Internet thing. It's not just my rural-biz neighbours, it's not just my countrymen or even my colleagues. It's everywhere.

They'd hire an experienced graduate stylist for their hair, a licensed plumber for their bathroom, an MBA for their biz-manager ... then hand their entire online strategy to anyone who will do it for almost free, preferably for free.

Internet is seen as a youth employment thing, like restocking the supermarket; a few basic skills and off you go, you're a master doctorate of internet interaction design and net strategy.

Sadly, that's probably true.

Like I said, I don't know what biz-mag councils such designs as the BC-com, and Billy, I do so hope you didn't actually pay someone real money to do that to you -- if you want some free advice, if you want to emulate a truly hip, truly with-it and truly understands this media and his audience to boot bandblog, go spend some time with Ottmar -- you'll get to know him, who he is as much as what he does and how he does it; you get into his real world of the everyday musicianship, a bit of the art, a bit of the biz, a bit of just the joy it gives us to do it, you learn stuff, ponder stuff and you get a sense like he's inviting you in on the session, and not that it's just his management pulling your nose-ring.

or dragging you off on his peeved moody rants ...