I bought concert tickets today. It isn’t until September.
It’s a festival actually. Outdoors. Just off the boardwalk. A legendary venue. The Stone Pony in Asbury Park.
And I may be soft as butterscotch pudding but I flat out welled up when the confirmation popped up.
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Playing on the radio was “Everybody Lost Somebody” by the festival’s organizer: @jackantonoff and @bleachersmusic.
Pretty apt soundtrack for the moment.
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Man, it has been a long year.
It may be months away but come September at least, I’m gonna be outdoors at the Jersey Shore catching a show at the famous home of the guy on the Bleachers’ latest single.
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And, hey, if you wanna join me, we can buy each other beers; toast to shit getting better; and just drink in the pure joy of live music, outdoors, with a crowd that knows the words.
It’s called the Shadow of the City Festival (@sotcfestival).
Lots of chatter about Twitter possibly adding a feature to allow accounts to charge for access to their content.
I don’t think folks understand that they aren’t talking about paying to see someone’s tweets.
They’re talking about additional content beyond tweets.
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There are a lot of passionate journalists, activists and writers on here who are kept from creating more content by needing to pay the bills.
I’m just a person who tweets.
There are a lot of people who produce valuable content though - or would if they could afford it.
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I posted a few weeks ago that the volume of stuff I have posted in the past four years - valueless though it may have been - is the equivalent of 15 novels.
I would absolutely pay some accounts the equivalent of a cup of coffee a month to create additional content I value.
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The stupid faux-virtue of “real-naming” is just annoying AF.
We live in a world where women in particular are subjected to abuse, threats and real-life dangers for doing nothing more than existing online.
Demanding people expose themselves to danger to please you is ridiculous.
Okay, I’m a little revved up about this so I am just going to go off.
When I joined Twitter, I didn’t actually care about anonymity. I just made up an account name and used it. Once this whole thing inexplicably took on a life of its own, I began planning to “out myself”.