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I’m pretty banged up mentally about how I fit in with the music I listen to, writing about it, its people culture and the rest of you at this moment, rj. I might be taking everything too seriously today, but with April coming up, it feels like the one year anniversary since I had all my credibility taken away from me.
Indie and punk music culture is so weird. It’s supposed to be a haven for all the kids who didn’t fit in with the “cool” kids or the kids who just accepted whatever the media handed them, but I feel even more outside than that — Like, not even accepted by the sub-culture.
Been going off the rails more so with my relationship with music and writing these past few days — SXSW of course bringing that about.
What’s also kind of karmic is reading all of the writers on these big sites talking about how worn, torn and mentally exhausted they are from SXSW coverage, and how they’re literally about to break down. I guess I wasn’t given that same privilege when covering Coachella (for free with no swag or VIP or press passes in tow) for a certain site seeing that I am not on the same level as them.
I’m currently restricted from interacting with Tom on Twitter I discovered this week, in the midst of keeping tabs of SXSW coverage. I don’t even follow the dude and never have. The extent of any interaction I’ve had with his Almighty was maybe a few tweets no different than how some of us criticize his traffic diving think pieces.
It’s so insanely infuriating how inflated these writers’ egos are.
In other news, all the major sites ignored the ferocious new Dillinger Escape Plan single, there was no comment party on the The 20 / 20 Experience (Personally, I’m not at all impressed or offended by it, but don’t try to tell me that JT is some pop genius from this point on…) and The Boston Phoenix ceased publication yesterday, meaning Stereogum’s weekend editor’s schedule just opened up a whole lot more.
There ought to be a Deconstruction of SXSW from the outsider’s perspective — Bands / writers who didn’t wind up in Austin because they couldn’t for one reason or another. People figuring out how to use the filter of their tweet feed for the first time ever because it’s suddenly taken on the self-important banality of a facebook news feed dominated by boring thoughts and photo uploads. Those in Austin currently thinks the world revolves around them. The world outside thinks nothing that’s happening in Austin is actually all that important, safe for a few YouTube video uploads of new songs being debuted or Foxygen having a meltdown.
Well, I agree with you there, but I was just being considerate. He’s your employee to fire, though.
I’m having the same trouble. Early ’13 isn’t really wearing on me well right now.
…I’ve decided to go back to this. I no longer want to fail balancing between being perceived as “just a music fan with a blog” by writers in spaces such as this and “someone who wants to write about music, and is more than just a casual listener” by the rest of you.
The time between when Amrit prodded this name to come out and reveal its identity as a DIY blogger and the present, in which I receive e-mails from Stereogum and Pitchfork writers politely criticizing me about what I am doing “wrong” and what they are doing “right” has been pretty miserable. I’ve surpassed having fun with my writing, but lack fulfillment because — well, because of what Cole says above about the surrounding sites’ characters (“Drunk corporate goons and other industry vampires and cocaine. Everyone is drunk, being cool.”) kind of bullying the ones beneath them.
Indie music writing is like the equivalent of high school, except the jocks and cheerleaders wear glasses, hardly work out and use bigger words.
Round up the conclave, because the _ has stepped down from his music papal pulpit in attempt to return to normalcy.
You’re going to have lay easy on the writers this week. Chances are Tom is posting this from a tablet and his head is probably a bit foggy from also covering all of the SXSW marathon showcases. It’s as grueling a time for the brains of writers as it is the bands playing.