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| In keeping it old school, here is one of John and Shawn outside the studio way back in 2005 |
I’ve spent a fair bit of time over the last couple of years both lamenting the fall of MySpace, and complaining about the constant frustration of trying to use ill-suited Facebook to promote our band.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not Facebook’s fault. Facebook was created as a sort of online yearbook for lonely single people, and I assume that it still works well for them today – just not for bands. The band stuff on Facebook was kind of an afterthought, and the resulting chaos means that a band has to fight the site for every basic thing it would like to do (fact: I would need to scan and upload my driver’s license for permission to upload a KP video directly to Facebook). MySpace, on the other hand, was created specifically so that any person (let alone a band of people) with enough money to buy a guitar could easily and intuitively bury their friends’ MySpace inboxes in so many requests and event invitations that it would be impossible for those friends not to acknowledge that person’s possession of said guitar. All you needed was that ax and that MySpace, and you were set. Having three guitars, you can imagine how happily occupied with self-promotion I was back in the glory days when MySpace was still a thing.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not Facebook’s fault. Facebook was created as a sort of online yearbook for lonely single people, and I assume that it still works well for them today – just not for bands. The band stuff on Facebook was kind of an afterthought, and the resulting chaos means that a band has to fight the site for every basic thing it would like to do (fact: I would need to scan and upload my driver’s license for permission to upload a KP video directly to Facebook). MySpace, on the other hand, was created specifically so that any person (let alone a band of people) with enough money to buy a guitar could easily and intuitively bury their friends’ MySpace inboxes in so many requests and event invitations that it would be impossible for those friends not to acknowledge that person’s possession of said guitar. All you needed was that ax and that MySpace, and you were set. Having three guitars, you can imagine how happily occupied with self-promotion I was back in the glory days when MySpace was still a thing.
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