This Ain’t a Scene (or an emo post either)
Don’t you love how music can inspire you? Typically music inspires me
to paint, tonight it inspired me to write. About what you ask? The
industry. Internet, web 2.0, or whatever this whole thing is right now.
Waiting for the bubble to pop? Maybe, but I was completely let down by
some of the people I met recently. The industry isn’t what it used to
be. It’s not a bunch of tech heads building awesome platforms with
their feet still planted firmly in front of their LCD monitor. Anyone
can build an internet empire these days, it’s not about what you know,
it’s about who you know. Some of these platforms are awesome, but there are few that actually stand out. Many are just carbon copies of each other that are pushed to the public long before they should have been so they wouldn’t miss the bandwagon.
The guys in the spotlight aren’t the people who build the empires they
are the people with the influence to get it going. Not that influence
or business sense is bad but a lot of them just aren’t that nice. The
CEOs, the A-List bloggers, the whatever. The beautiful people
recruiting the tech heads to build their empire are busy playing high
school games. Who wants to play those games again?
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don’t really care, which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That’s just the business I’m in
Most of these web 2.0/blogging/social networking companies don’t give a
rats ass about their users if they don’t have to. They care about the
viral ones, the ones that give them free press and the ones that people
listen to. Do you really think they care about your opinion or cause?
Seriously.
I’m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I’m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Primadonnas of the gutter)
At night we’re painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties
The parties. This is not the
web 1.0 bubble that it was. There are parties everywhere and everyone
is trying to be more fabulous than the other. This isn’t about who has
a better arcade lounge in their complex to chill in. If
it was, Valleywag wouldn’t have a readership.
Bandwagon’s full. Please, catch another
Every Tom, Dick, and Harry is throwing their “I’m with new media” cards
around like there is no tomorrow and 95% of them haven’t contributed
anything to the movement except for thousands of “friends” and a good
picture on their social networking profiles. Let the lemmings follow.
All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love
And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out
So yeah, it’s the chorus of all time, the geeks shall inherit the
earth. Got something good? Show it off! Step out and own the spotlight because
all these pretty boys are going to need your skills. The more the world
turns to the internet and technology, the more important you will
become. Pretty boys want third party apps on their iPhones and they
need content to read in their RSS feeds.
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
Rock on Fall Out Boy. 
Excuse me, I have to go be emo now.
