Dick Dale has a MySpace? Or, take MySpace with a grain of salt
By Marty Garza
MySpace — the online “create your own blog, send messages to friends and complete and utter waste of not only your time but everybody else’s as well” site — is becoming quite an addiction. You can’t really swing a stick in a public place without hitting someone who compares crack with MySpace, though one is a life-destroying drug that carries unspeakable consequences for all who indulge and the other just proves that the Internet works fast at lowering everybody’s threshold for amusement.
Though I am poking fun at the unbelievably easy-to-poke-fun-at MySpace, it does harbor a cool idea, which is to allow the 15-37 age bracket to really prove that most of them have the mentality of a 7-year-old on a sugar rush when it comes to the Internet. To clarify, that would consist of sending the most inane pieces of trash to random friends and family. That is not always the case, though I too act like an adolescent boy who’s sucked down a pound of Pixy Stix and has been given access to a keyboard and a high-speed Internet connection.
MySpace is actually used for networking affairs ranging from sharing music, art and short stories to exchanging ideas. (This also extends to nerds angrily expressing their views on how “Star Wars” is vastly superior to “Star Trek” when everyone knows that “Galaxy Quest,” starring television’s Tim Allen, trumps them all.)
Among all the cyber-trash that burns like a flaming hill of tires, there is always the chance of finding out that your favorite bands, celebrities and writers may have a MySpace. And, to break the hearts of these hopefuls, it’s more than likely a scam.
Don’t get me wrong — such local sonic enjoyment as Rebekah’s Tape, Egon’s Unicat, The Hong Kong Electric Company and The Dancing Nancies all have MySpace accounts that are not forgeries, but I’m sure that the deceased Kurt Cobain does not have a MySpace...and he is not from Norfolk, Ky. Same thing goes for Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, Scott Bakula, Fidel Castro and many other fan-run or hilarious inside joke accounts do exist, and most are not intended to be taken as the artist’s actual MySpace.
Even Dick Dale, King of the Surf Guitar, has a few MySpace accounts under his belt, though his first album was released in 1962, and I really don’t see the man as having the interest to run a MySpace.
Then again, there are about 20 different accounts listed under Modest Mouse, a few under The Flaming Lips, plenty under Mars Volta, and there’s a good chance that they are either run by a fan club president, somebody who just wanted to share their favorite Modest Mouse song with the people looking to represent Modest Mouse on their own MySpace account or some hack from their record company.
Then there are the jerks who send worthless bulletins every 5 seconds, ranging from threats of never having a significant other if their letter is not sent to 20 people in 7 minutes, to the promise of finding a significant other if their letter is sent to 20 people in 7 minutes.
The only thing I love more than a chain letter is a pyramid scheme, and to have those both on the Internet makes me a happy camper.
MySpace should be taken with a grain of salt. It is stupid and worthless, but most fun things really are a complete waste of time. Unless you’re in a band that plugs MySpace in the middle of their set — for which I wish upon you to become even less talented than you already are — I suggest to you a new addiction to scurry you away from the crack you apparently know a lot about, since the analogy between MySpace and crack comes up in conversation way too often for comfort.
MySpace — the online “create your own blog, send messages to friends and complete and utter waste of not only your time but everybody else’s as well” site — is becoming quite an addiction. You can’t really swing a stick in a public place without hitting someone who compares crack with MySpace, though one is a life-destroying drug that carries unspeakable consequences for all who indulge and the other just proves that the Internet works fast at lowering everybody’s threshold for amusement.
Though I am poking fun at the unbelievably easy-to-poke-fun-at MySpace, it does harbor a cool idea, which is to allow the 15-37 age bracket to really prove that most of them have the mentality of a 7-year-old on a sugar rush when it comes to the Internet. To clarify, that would consist of sending the most inane pieces of trash to random friends and family. That is not always the case, though I too act like an adolescent boy who’s sucked down a pound of Pixy Stix and has been given access to a keyboard and a high-speed Internet connection.
MySpace is actually used for networking affairs ranging from sharing music, art and short stories to exchanging ideas. (This also extends to nerds angrily expressing their views on how “Star Wars” is vastly superior to “Star Trek” when everyone knows that “Galaxy Quest,” starring television’s Tim Allen, trumps them all.)
Among all the cyber-trash that burns like a flaming hill of tires, there is always the chance of finding out that your favorite bands, celebrities and writers may have a MySpace. And, to break the hearts of these hopefuls, it’s more than likely a scam.
Don’t get me wrong — such local sonic enjoyment as Rebekah’s Tape, Egon’s Unicat, The Hong Kong Electric Company and The Dancing Nancies all have MySpace accounts that are not forgeries, but I’m sure that the deceased Kurt Cobain does not have a MySpace...and he is not from Norfolk, Ky. Same thing goes for Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, Scott Bakula, Fidel Castro and many other fan-run or hilarious inside joke accounts do exist, and most are not intended to be taken as the artist’s actual MySpace.
Even Dick Dale, King of the Surf Guitar, has a few MySpace accounts under his belt, though his first album was released in 1962, and I really don’t see the man as having the interest to run a MySpace.
Then again, there are about 20 different accounts listed under Modest Mouse, a few under The Flaming Lips, plenty under Mars Volta, and there’s a good chance that they are either run by a fan club president, somebody who just wanted to share their favorite Modest Mouse song with the people looking to represent Modest Mouse on their own MySpace account or some hack from their record company.
Then there are the jerks who send worthless bulletins every 5 seconds, ranging from threats of never having a significant other if their letter is not sent to 20 people in 7 minutes, to the promise of finding a significant other if their letter is sent to 20 people in 7 minutes.
The only thing I love more than a chain letter is a pyramid scheme, and to have those both on the Internet makes me a happy camper.
MySpace should be taken with a grain of salt. It is stupid and worthless, but most fun things really are a complete waste of time. Unless you’re in a band that plugs MySpace in the middle of their set — for which I wish upon you to become even less talented than you already are — I suggest to you a new addiction to scurry you away from the crack you apparently know a lot about, since the analogy between MySpace and crack comes up in conversation way too often for comfort.
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