One of the downsides to having to work for a living is that you can’t always be around when people are talking shit about you on the Internets.
Case in point. I got home last night from the BGM, poured a bottle of some shit called Rex-Goliath down my throat, cranked up the Internets, and it seemed as if all anyone wanted to talk about on Twitter is yours truly. No homo.
Keep in mind, I follow very few people, and half of the people I do follow, it’s only because I’ve been on Twitter since the summer of ’07 (i.e. before it was all trendy), and that’s probably all there was to follow. I swear, I must follow eight different black chicks who list their occupation – in public, mind you – as “publicist/journalist.: Meanwhile, why am I following any black chicks, unless they happened to be my cousin or some shit? One of these days, I’m gonna have to block out some time to get my Twitter situation in order.
But I digress.
Anyway, like I was saying. Half of the eight people I know on the Internets just had to pick one of the four days I work this week to get into an interesting (if only for the potential lulz) conversation.
There was the late, great Noz talking about how, just because someone writes a blog, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re some bum who lives in his mother’s basement and gets off on talking shit about people on the Internets. Then there was Peter Rosenberg, for whatever reason, trying to turn it into a conversation about how Combat Jack got into blogging, because he couldn’t make it in the music. Meanwhile, eskay thought he heard someone say he accepted payola, and, as is his wont, started ordering people to say it to his face. It was a mess.
I had to check again this morning (read damn near this afternoon), to make sure the alcohol wasn’t causing me to imagine this. I still haven’t had time to go through, read all of the responses, and try to figure out what the fuck these people were talking about. But I figure I’ve got a pretty good handle on these issues. I’ve written about them on a number of occasions. You just can’t tell, because some of the posts were a little bit too hot for TV.
Noz was responding to a post on my own site, in which Peter Rosenberg, in an interview conducted in a Chuck E Cheese, where he scouts eight year-olds for freemason blood sacrifice, explains the difference between real celebrities and bloggers. You see, people who have talent, like Peter Rosenberg, get jobs working in the music business, where they actually get to meet celebrities. People who don’t have any talent sit around all day talking shit about celebrities, because they don’t have to worry about getting beat up by them. And since this hardly pays any money, they have to live in a shanty town.
What he said was actually more or less true, except talent doesn’t really factor into it, or Hot 97 would hire people with a modicum of DJ skill. Noz was less concerned with whether or not I live in a shanty town (which depends on your definition of shanty town) than he was with the way Peter Rosenberg shitted on the entire medium of blogging, just because he’s upset about some things I learned about his background and right wing political views, and then tried (and many times failed) to inform the Internets about. Just because you publish a blog doesn’t mean anything in particular. You could be doing worthwhile, groundbreaking work in the field of journalism, or you could be copying and pasting shit you received in an email from someone who works for Def Jam.
Which is of course where eskay entered into the conversation. Rosenberg responded that he didn’t mean to dis all bloggers. Some blogs he actually likes, like Nah Right and 2 Dope Boyz. To which Noz of course responded that those blogs essentially function as extensions of the music business – the Internets marketing arm of the major record labels. The labels send them shit to post, and they post it. Every now and again the labels have to send them a C&D (which I heard you can’t even send over the Internets), but that’s just because they only need sites like Nah Right to post shit most people wouldn’t want to listen to for free. If it’s something people might actually like, they don’t need it being bootlegged. The latter is more or less the basis of eskay’s argument that he isn’t a tool of the industry, as articulated last night on Twitter. Nullus?
Even if I would have been home last night, I might have been at a loss for what to say. Noz more or less hit the nail on the head when he said (and I’m paraphrasing) that the bloggers Peter Rosenberg likes aren’t even bloggers per se. It used to be that blogging was a medium you could use to order the TIs to fuck themselves, but then the TIs went and bought themselves a few bloggers. But Peter Rosenberg was right, when he said that the neighborhood I live in is the kind of place people lived when they’ve failed at life. If only I’d had the sense to grovel and prostrate myself before my tall Israeli overlords. Imagine all of the expensive shit I could have had.