…Freak out in a Moonage Daydream Oh Yeah! As if I don’t have enough to worry about. I guess I just don’t get it. I don’t know or really want to know who’s thinking about a purple marshmallow 13 minutes ago. All of this one sentence Cyber-Farting is getting me down. I reluctantly joined MySpace just so I could connect with local musicans and it’s been pretty handy but there’s so much garbage being pumped into it now with advertising and the new “look at my banal observation”-style messaging that it’s become hard to even think about logging on…then, now everyone else has abandoned last week’s “latest craze” and is on the Facebook deal and basically saying nothing to each other all day long. C’mon folks! People constantly tell me that I need a Facebook page. Why? Here’s what I say…if you really have something to say, get yourself a Blog from WordPress like I use, or my good friend Alan who does a music commentary about all kinds of cool stuff and bands you might have never heard of. You’ll find a link to it on my site. It’s called…nowthat’swhaticallbullshit. Then there’s the Cell Phone thing. Remember when we had Pay Phones? You wouldn’t spend all day yacking about idiotic nonsense just to hear yourself speak…would you? “Where you at Dog? ” “Who me? I’m chowing a Big Mac in my Suburban right now and throwing the wrapper out the window. Gotta get me a Big Gulp to wash this shit down. Where you at now Dog?” The phone bill for talking to someone during the day on a pay phone away from your home phone was about 25 cents. Or if you had a copy of “Steal This Book” by Abbie Hoffman, it was free! All you needed was a paper-clip to rub against the pay phone coin box and the reciever, you could call anyone for free. My apologies to Ma Bell. I did it all the time. Sorry to hear that the phone company is nearly destitute due to my antics. Why do we ‘mericans love being railroaded? Consumerism as a lifestyle is being shoved down our throats by corporate swine who have just stolen this country, not to mention the financial state of almost the entire world. Remember the recession? Get out there and buy something or service you don’t need! This is officially the end of this rant for the time being. Now for something completely different…before the advent of the Internet, Cell Phones, (sit on my) Facebook, and the “Deer in the headlights”-type kids who are forever transfixed to brainless, numbing video games… There was Glam!
Ladies & Gentlemen, Mick Ronson in better days.
Sorry, but now I gotta go sign up for Facebook. I can’t wait to tell everyone what kind of mundane and clever thing I’m thinking about right this very second. Or did I just do that already?
Guitar Safari 