I posted before about something that happened today.
It's amazing how much better a bagel from Brooklyn Boys can make you feel. So I deleted it and replaced it with this :-)
We had some terrific support and help from our mates today.
It's worth spending my time thinking about that.
Also, really really good freakin' bagels.
Cheers to Sam Joole (what a voice, top songwriter and tasty guitar), to Carl on Harp and Guitar, Ben and The Swampers and the supremely talented Liza Ohlback.
I posted this to FB. I generally don't like to make a noise about this stuff. It's kind of how it is.
Until it isn't.
And it ain't.
Nope.
Thinking ensues.
Here's what I wrote.
I watched Zuckerberg today and I gotta say I'm disturbed. I'm not sure Facebook is a positive influence and it's making me strongly reconsider how much we engage with this platform. I'm not ranting, I'm not fb bashing, I'm questioning whether I am cooperating with evil.
Given that the very act of mentioning those two words can trigger a reduction in the visibility of something I post here, how this post itself is treated and who it reaches may be a verdict.
I am, and have been, concerned for a while that FB and other platforms have been throttling access to people that 'like' or 'follow' to get $ each week for posting things.
Frankly, we are not in the in-your-space-without-invite business. If you've signed up to 'like' or 'follow' and you get to control how much of what we post gets displayed, then why does Facebook want $26 if I want more than 10% of our 'friends' to see a post?
We maintain a low social media profile and we don't do selfies. We do Weirdies. Or Stuff-that-we're-doing-ies. Otherwise, and to the approval of a grateful nation, we stfu.
'Platforms' do not exist without 'Content' any more than a Library with no books.
Our lives, and in our bands case, our Work, are the content from which FB and other groups sell ads, our data and then charge us to communicate.
We, like other commercial entities seeking access to the public keep shtum, because we've been Dopamine'd and Pavlov'd into needing that next little red tick.
The web continues to evolve. What starts as a brand name becomes a function.
Not 'Myspace', not 'Facebook', but 'Social Media' and the concept of there being One Platform To Rule Them All is as ludicrous as the proposition that there can be only one email provider.
Think about it.
Social communication is a function. Not an App. Not a Patent.
I am concerned that Facebook has gone from a meeting and gathering place to a bad faith market that has decided to exalt money over truth, and money over access, whilst turning our content, our stories, our lives and our work, into sharecroppers tributes.
No I'm not rage quitting, but I stopped advertising 5 years ago.
I reduced my posting here.
I think I've had enough of this party, the vibe's turned sour and the host doesn't appear to be someone I want to hang out with.
How we manage the actual commercial aspects of this I don't know.
But there's a cost beyond money, and it's antithetical to what we are. I'm neither asking nor expecting this platform to change, but I'm going to start working on how we behave towards it.
Around midday on Saturday with our mates at the KBARM!
Sunday Night with the Sydney Blues Society
Thank you Theo, Paul, Michael, Jo, Carl.
There's a lot that goes into this, it's heavy lifting.
Got the gratitude today, work continues.
Ahem.
HEAR YE, HEAR YEA, OH YAY, IXNAY ON THE OJ.
Ahem.
Be it known that the members of stormcellar issue such commendation for General Awesomeness as are detailed for the following humans (or potential humans, might be machines, might be a stitched-together bag of raccoons, who can say) to:
Mr C. Botto for excellent service to his community.
Mr S. 'Jonesy' Jones for actions in furtherance of the good ship Stormcellar, he is nominated as Friend Of The Band.
Mr D. W for outstanding efforts in video stuff.
Sage: for outstanding artistic work
Several toasts of Non Alcoholic Beverages were proposed and accepted.
Huzzah!
A funny 5 or so things happened on the way to the show last night.
Jacket fell in the bath, movable shower thing fell off the wall and landed on the tile and cracked it, the water from the dripping jacket as I removed it from the bath then left a slippery trail that could have ended badly if not for my awareness that the Glitchy had set in.
I slowed right down but I knew the Glitchy was with me. Yep. I knew it was with me. I was singing Howling Wolf all the way there and even a little on stage.
Dog got out as I left the house. Great.
I figured I'd had my Gremlin run but nope. Microphone cable for the harp went bye bye in set 1. I just checked and taped that sucker. BIN for you mister cable!
Don't let the Glitchy Getcha. Sometimes the Glitchy bodes well for the show, and it did.
Thanks to everyone who joined us at Frankies.
Jo and Rosie were in fine form.
I remembered almost all the words and most of the tunes.
Meanwhile tour prep still ongoing.
I can't get back to the next production jobs until I get this stuff done.
With luck, we'll be through within the month which still gives us time to get some more stuff out this year.