Thank You Falettinme Be MySpace
I’m still not entirely sure why I’m doing this, but I’ve joined the yoof at last by setting up a MySpace page [original mirrored here]. It’s early days yet; I actually registered a month ago but only put some stuff in place yesterday. That was waiting for me to convert some mp3s into full-blown videos, because I hadn’t realised that you have to have a musician account to post mp3s. (The recordings are from a collection of fourteen made at the end of April at my friends’ home studio. The plan is to put together a whole album’s worth, but that needs at least another recording session, probably two.)
So, there it is. Add me to your friends for some reciprocal cross-linking, if you’re into that kind of thing. It’s really the only point in having it, after all—it sure isn’t for the stunning web design and table-free XHTML. That, and wanting to be Rupert Murdoch’s helpless pawn:
About me: I have a proper website, but because of MySpace’s linking policies can’t publicise its URL here, so you’ll have to google my first name and click through the first few links instead. I can’t even tell you my last name apparently, because I might be fourteen and have to be protected from creepy internet strangers. Actually I’m 38, which makes me a creepy internet stranger. Here, kiddies, listen to my lovely poems.
If you read their terms and conditions, this is true, at least for personal accounts: you can’t put your surname or URL anywhere in the profile or in uploaded videos (they rejected my first attempts with credits at the end). People do it all the time, though, so it feels a bit stupid to observe the rule, especially as anyone visiting from here will know perfectly well who it is. So that blurb probably won’t last long.
Next stop: YouTube.
Six hours later: Pulled the MySpace videos already, and put a YouTube version in their place instead. I’m having second thoughts about The Flamingo—want to change a few things before that goes back up.