That, and internet in the late 90s started to get really fast. Some blokes sat in their rooms for days on end, downloading music or movies, as there were no laws against it yet. Or at least they were not enforced. In other words, those were the days when average Joe could still be one step ahead of The Man. You know, before he turned against us with a vengeance, everywhere, 24/7.

Strange, just for the last few days, I’ve been thinking just what a big cultural turning point 2005 seemed to be. From then on, everything started to circle the drain, and I put the blame on globalization and the advent of large-scale social media. Which might have left an imprint on product design and fashion.
And, as I wrote earlier in a different thread, the shift from 1994 to 1995 was the biggest one I’ve witnessed, and it was very visible in public spaces. Audible as well: It went from Metallica and ZZ Top as supermarket background music (imagine this!) to “Easy Listening” or whatever.

Yeah, it feels quite petulant and deconstructive at times.
But a lot of what you wrote is just a feature of any small online community. Then you end up with these bitter types who, if you rubbed them slightly the wrong way, get up at 6 a.m., downvote everything you ever wrote and report as many of your contributions as they can get away with.
I mean, downvotes and upvotes could be capped at -1 and +5, respectively, like on /. which has been going strong for more than 20 years with this concept, or there could be enforcement of some sort of netiquette, but that would put additional strain on the mods.

I feel you…

🎶 I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep 'cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire 🎶

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Bela Koe-Krompecher spent a lifetime in Ohio’s vivid music and arts scene, with all its ups and mostly downs. I really like how he expressed this sentiment, both in his blog and in his awesome book “Love, Death and Photosynthesis”:

Nobody got famous, nobody ever really made a dent in any product counting mechanism like Billboard, The College Music Journal or MTV but we loved and cherished one another as if our lives depended on it, night in and night out. What we discovered was the result wasn’t the prize; the prize was the friendship and the making of art for fuck’s sake.

I’m not an artist myself, but I used to hang out a lot with a bunch of them. Maybe because of this, another quote of BKK resonated with me:

Our world was small but it opened up the universe where ideas bounced off of one another like bubbles in beer, we would have one ingenious idea flowing after another without a filter to identify the logical of said idea. Huddled around empty bottles and amplifiers the stage of the world was in the basements and living rooms of our lives.

It’s getting harder as you get older, and the same old stories you share ring more and more repetitive, but I still go out my way to stay in touch with my childhood and university friends, and sometimes I think, it’s the only thing that keeps me from going completely bitter.
BTW, I stumbled upon BKK’s story on the great “Local Waste Music” podcast which I heartily recommend.

So kind of like Werner Herzog then, who once stated that he never, ever dreams. But he keeps having visions with his eyes wide open, in broad daylight, all the time. He describes them in his terrific book “Of Walking in Ice.”

Could you please post a link to “real life”? Thank you. I just hope it’s not invitation-only.

I noticed AMP links started popping up all over Reddit. Before Google started injecting money, posting those was discouraged. Surely it’s a total coincidence.

In Swiss German, slippers are called “finches”, so there’s that.

Sidney Harris taught me otherwise.
EDIT: I just saw he turned 91 yesterday. Happy Birthday, Mr. Harris!

Thanks for this. I could watch this channel all day long.

I was once offered a job peddling prescription drugs to GPs on behalf of several manufacturers. These marketing companies are mass-interviewing, you know. And so, there’s never a shortage of these hawkers.
Ever wondered why you have to sit in the waiting room for a full hour when your appointment is scheduled at 8? Your doctor is talking to salespeople.

“In the corporate world, nobody has any compassion, ever.” - A friend told me as I was about to take my first real job. Brutal and maybe exaggerated, but exactly what I needed to manage my own expectations.

♫ The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
And I was so much older then
WHEN I WAS YOOOOUNG ♫

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Nudge Squidfish has a captivating account of growing up in the Midwest c. 1970. Yeah, he could get on a bus from Columbus to Nashville with no money and no contacts, and somehow make it. Even for teenagers, all drugs except alcohol were at least tolerated, if not flat-out legal, and STDs were not a thing (he claims). But still there was a lot of racism, plus constant violence and fights everywhere, and God forbid you came out as gay - the kids would smash your head right in. Lots of teenage pregnancies. Also, you couldn’t have sex at home, apparently it was actually illegal for your parents to “enable” it. So there had to be a lot of sex in public places - there was a forest in Columbus nicknamed “Finger Forest” because all the couples went there to… you know…