For those of you who don’t know, this is Questlove, also spelled ?estlove, my new best friend. In case you’re one of my old best friends, don’t worry about me not being able to hang out anymore or anything like that. It’s just that me and Questlove are the same being separated by a little trick of the time-space continuum. See, my new professional responsibilties include checking out the MySpace pages of the artists interviewed in “Before the Music Dies”–the movie Bside is about to distribute.
Clearly, I have finally found the perfect job. The fact that I’m currently unpaid is just another time-space fluke that we’ll call Peggy Young Syndrome (maybe I’ll write that SXSW shit someday, maybe not).
Since MySpace is the place for friends and I am all about being friendly, you’d think that MySpace and I would be a perfect fit. Well, the problem is that I am old. Very very old. In MySpace time, I think I am already extinct. Anybody looking to make friends on MySpace looks at my birthday and their “Marketing Bullshit” alarm sounds immediately. They don’t want to be my friend, and truthfully, unless they’ll start reading Prematurely Grey, I dan’t want to be theirs.
So, instead of making me feel warm and surrounded by friends, MySpace makes me feel lonely, hypocritical and old. I’m pretty sure this is not how you’re supposed to feel when you logon to MySpace.
There I was last night, checking out Erykah Badu’s tour schedule (she’s headed to Japan), when handsome Questlove comes up in her top level of friends. Click.
Questlove has the best MySpace page, to start things off. Check it out.
Good news, work-wise: The Roots will be at Stubbs June 2. If you haven’t seen The Roots, well, go see them. They’re great.
The great news, friend-wise, is that Questlove and I live in the same universe and struggle with the same demons. I will quote now from Questlove’s blog:
it’s 5am and i can’t sleep…
i dont have enough space to told all the shows i want to on tivo
There’s a lot more there, but I have to take broken-leg Thea to the vet, so we can get 12 year old dog physical therapy going. Bottom line: me and Questlove have problems with Tivo. Problems so serious that we have to write about them in our blogs. (He also has “corns something awful,” which might seem to divide us, but I’ve got that serious post-Easter, balloon-tying blister still fucking with my knitting rhythm, so I can identify.)
One love, ?uestlove. Peace out.
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One of the weirder aspects of my previous job was the part of it that I conducted on MySpace. I could tell you what I did but then you’d have to shoot me, or something like that.
Isn’t there a pass on the bullshit marketing detector if you’re peddling something cool, like Bside? One solution that a lot of bands and such use is to say that they’re 101 years old. Coolness goes down with each successive decade after age 21 until 101, when you’re suddenly very cool again.
Thea has a broken leg? Ow!
Posted 01 May 2006 at 8:21 pm ¶What do Questlove, Dave Grohl, and I have in common? Jeff Tweedy said it best:
She fell in love with the drummer
Another then another
She fell in love…
Long as I keep busting the jams once a year with the Bryker Woods Dads, I think I’m safe…
Posted 01 May 2006 at 9:01 pm ¶I actually have a myspace profile. Oddly enough. I put it up there in the summer of 2003. Does that make me an early adopter?
Anyways, it does not make me feel old. Only somewhat superior to the weird eye-popping posturing going on in cyberspace. Some people have way too much time on their hands.
Poor Thea.
R.
Posted 02 May 2006 at 7:32 am ¶Post a Comment