I’ve long had a theory concerning bizarre and often nasty internet comments, and it is this: that the really insane rants are not, as one might have thought, written by the sort of people who struggle every day not to drink an entire bottle bleach, because it comes in such a colourfully alluring bottle; rather, these comments are the product of venting intellectuals, letting off steam after a hard day of thinking and struggling to exist in a society that accepts a complete and utter tit like will.i.am as a member.
Here’s a conversation that I had with John Linnell, singer, accordionist and keyboardist for the band They Might Be Giants. We spoke for almost an hour over the phone, but due to an extremely tight word limit, I was unable to fit everything into my written account. John couldn’t have been a nicer person, and as a huge fan of his band, speaking to him has been a highlight of my short career. Alas, I’m not sure how impressed I am with what I’ve written here. One day I hope to write up the full conversation. But until then, this will have to do.
I signed up for Twitter a couple of Christmases ago. Bored, having spent hours upon hours watching E4, including multiple repeats of a bizarre rape-themed episode of Veronica Mars, I decided to go online and see what all the fuss was about. I’d used Facebook and Myspace before, but Twitter, it seemed, gave its users the impression that they were friends with the likes of Barack Obama, Gary Busey and Tori Spelling. You could communicate with these people, write them little jokey comments or just plain insult them.