Actually what I mean to say is that amidst all of our high-falutin talk about what’s okay or not about dividing and conquering The Live Experience, isn’t it funny about this undercurrent that goes: “except when the cameras block my face” “especially when the guys with the equipment push me aside” “but it’s bad if a guy is holding his cameraphone up over my shoulder.” What I keep thinking about is how honestly I probably wouldn’t give a damn at all if I hadn’t been trod upon by those three-shows-a-night photographers who shove into the front row claiming JUST ONE SONG which is fine, except, how inevitably is it your favorite song? How inevitably do they crush the young girl who showed up at the crack of doors and is basically peeing her pants with excitement? It’s inevitably inevitably, all for the front page of Brrrrklyn Vegan. That’s the crap part, that and how it makes you judge the whole by the actions of a few. It ain’t all bad, except for when it is.
So: yeah. Fine! Live on and offline. Split it and share it if you have to. Blog and reblog and roll and rickroll and metafreaking chew that tinfoil, boy! Make art, make remixes, make news and RSS feeds. It’s your ticket and you might even be doing a great thing. Just know that if you get in my way, I may very well fight you. It has happened before and it’s not like I’m getting nicer. Also: my elbows are immensely sharp.
DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER
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