The End of ALL BLOGS?
"Boring. Sidney. Boring. Boring. Boring."
The reason to pound drum in the 3am garage is to wake the dead suburbanite. The reason to pound keyboard to pen the mad script? Create. Regurgitate. Restate. Pan for diamonds in daily shit.
Punk was/is/will be about doing. Just damn well doing. My personal Punk is just that. Mine.
So, if anyone wants to classify, codify, rectify, and solidify the Capital B log...let them. If they create pabulum it will sell to safety conscious consumers. It won't touch Me ((c) Me)
Jazz, Rock, Punk, Rap, Board, Blog; each nipping heels of predecessors; each claiming to be the end all of personal expression.
Listen.
The loudest voices are just dinosaurs screaming. The popular clawing to hold position. Turn over a blog and find the "I was there when it started." post. Last entrench before the dying breath.
But the parties, the anarchists, the unique voices, the Henry Darger's will continue on the periphery, in the .net nooks, on the broken glass covered dance floors. And some will be noticed and shared and grow and die.
Then the children will discover the Next Thing.
Posted as a comment to this most excellent screed.
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