i was working for buzznet at the time and we had many missions but one of them was we wanted to inspire kids to take interesting pictures from concerts that they attended and post them on buzznet instead of myspace.
so one of the things that i did as community manager was lead by example.
at the office we had a canon rebel or it was mine or i bought one or they bought one for me. who knows. i used it that night.
i ran around the troub trying to find the right spot, but it was hard, it was really dark
i was nervous because at the office there was a lot of strife. more specifically, i caused a lot of strife because i never kept my mouth shut. for some reason i thought it was ok for me to speak my mind. i was wrong. thus the strife. whatever, i thought im gonna just prove my points, single handed, all the time and then people will start believing that i know what im talking about.
but i was wrong again. nothing i did convinced anyone.
weirdly, i had experienced something like this before in my life, when i was younger.
i learned that this was going to be a no-win situation.
when i realized it, i started getting super sick. like puking all the time.
symbolism for all the things i was stifling all of a sudden.
but at the tsar / juliette lewis show i felt fantastic. i knew that no matter how good my pics were someone was gonna say something dumb.
but i knew that in ten years id look at them and id say, damn, those are the best canon rebel pics of a tsar show ever.
after i got fired i got a job at LAist and everyone lived happily ever after.
when i was at the LAT there were some people who would get very uptight if blogs or other websites would copy and paste our copyrighted content and put it on their sites.
but as i briefly went through this post about Tsar’s second album, Band, Girls, Money, which came out 10 years ago this week, I noticed that hardly any of the links worked any more.
which made me glad that i copy and pasted the rave reviews from a decade ago because they wouldnt exist any more.
if publishers are going to continue to be irresponsible about preserving their work, why should bloggers and others link to them assuming the content will be up there forever?
the odds are that blogs, not professional sites, will have the content up longer. and isnt the point of all of this to honor the work?
with that said, if anyone wants to copy and paste any of my genius in the busblog, go for it. i cant predict what will happen ten years from now. even though this blog has been up since 2001, there have been times when some of it has fallen off the server because of previous CMS issues and hosting problems.
so what a better way to keep the messages and ideas alive than to have some sort of redundancy.
because, after all, what Billboard, the LA Weekly and other outlets thought about Tsar 10 years ago DOES matter and our children’s children should know about it even if i get hit by a bus and this domain lapses into (greater) obscurity.
with that said, holy crap, BAND GIRLS MONEY IS 10 YEARS OLD?!?!?! MAMA MIA!
i remember being very excited that Tsar had decided that their self titled debut, while being lovely, was a little soft due to the production and the fact that Disney wanted to see if the hard rock band would become more popular if they mellowed it all out a smidge.
the followup, B-G-M, was the opposite of soft. it was balls to the wall rock music. even the lyrics had edge. it was the dual guitar attack that we all saw in the small clubs from Spaceland to Hell’s Gate and there it was on wax, er, plastic. and it was beautiful.
while the debut was baby blue with clouds, this one was BLACK (with a hint of pink as a nod to their glam influences). BUT IT WAS BLACK. and funny and fast and rocking.
this is the record i play the most when i play Tsar and I can’t believe it’s a decade old.
i said omg if the bible allowed tattoos id have so many dumb and weird ones
for sure id have one for the Daily Nexus
probably one of my english teacher Robyn
tons about the cubs, AC/DC, the replacements and Tsar
probably my moms birthday on my heart
93117 in gothic across my buff back
it wouldnt end
maybe some bukowski quotes like sass has
screw it, why not a whole poem.
one behind my neck that says if lost return to 6850 Del Playa
maybe one on my chest thats a recreation of my drivers license
a bible verse or three
a picture of angus young
maybe on my belly something that looks like tacos going into my large intestine.
and yes, a tattoo of my kidney right around my faulty kidney
and of course the harry caray logo on my shoulder right where the cubs had the patch because there was only one harry and i hope people never forget him because we should all have that sort of boundless energy inside of us.