Chiming in for a few hours on numerous web sites generates a great feeling of anticipation. It will be a lot of work to track down my comments. I don’t always bookmark the things I comment on. I don’t always check back for replies. The things I comment on that end make it to my bookmarked sites are typically stories with headlines that call for a double take. Comment heavy double takers may come from the most unlikely sources.
One of the first things I commented on was a Politico.com blogger’s story, Blago, not only a “celebrity” but wants to go on reality show? The headline was a double taker and I expressed why in my comment below.
Yes, because reality TV now OPENLY admits itself as a way for *******s politicians to pay bills. If they let that guy on, it will be a testament to how low the bar can go in our entertainment world.
An excerpt from the original story:
“According to WMAQ, Blagojevich asked a federal judge Tuesday to allow him to travel if his bond was increased. The impeached governor reportedly believes the show could help finance his legal defense.”
Key word here is finance. A TV show could definitely finance his legal defense. It’s a degrading determination.
Double taking headlines aren’t the only things turning my head. My friend posted a note on Facebook, irate about a promoter who wouldn’t let his band play their set at a Boston club. The promoter added insult to injury by snickering at the tall guitar amps and saying how he doesn’t usually book “that shit.” Commenting on this was the most gratifying feedback I gave all day because it was a sympathetic message to a friend.
The heart of my friend’s public cry of outrage read as follows:
To summate all things aforementioned, I did not drive 103 miles at an average of 10 miles per hour most of the way to set up my equipment, play five notes, be told to stop, and THEN recieve the treatment I did from the likes of you. Your elitism reeks of insecurity to me, coupled with your transparent ignorance to most forms of music and incompetence in properly managing a supposed “venue” of musical expression. You sir, are a worm.
You will never know what it is like to be able to connect with other people and conjure “that shit” from the bowels of my frustration, make the treacherous journey to MAYBE demonstrate “that shit” to several like-minded people, and go home penniless, and be sent packing with a brand new chip on my shoulder.
My response to this note, as with much of my online feedback, did not generate any feedback in response. That’s okay. For this response in particular, I was talking straight to the author. Here’s my response:
Lee Taylor at 7:51pm April 13
Sucks man…you hit the Jesus traffic. There’s always the occasional promoter/bookie with an outspoken opinion and these people need to be put in their places. Their real power lies in the bands bringing in the crowd that helps pay their rent and tacos.
I’m used to not getting responses to my feedback. My online voice may be taking shape so this is what I’ve come to expect. A full day of scouring the internet and leaving my comments did leave me tired, but it also left me feeling more involved in modern journalism. When posting an article online, readership is almost a complete mystery save for the comments that people leave. My online writing with the Collegian and Valley Advocate rarely generate responses but being on each side of the playing field this semester, I realize how important feedback can be to the author and one way that audiences are being read in the modern world of journalism.