Well, after a few months, anyway. But what was punk rock? Another good question: does this site have editors?
Are you an Anti-Christ? Doesn't matter if it you were or not just as long as you were willing to support the movement that made it ok to be that way. Your dreams are not their built for modern society. Therefore, why should your musical tastes support those anyway. The loud obnoxious noise was more than just a reaction to "ultra-commercial pop music" but a way of finding a group of like-minded individuals in the world who finally let you join that you always wanted to be a part of when no one else on the planet wanted you. Even those tried to get it always tended to come up way too short. What is punk rock? As soon as the mainstream tried to figure it out it was pretty much over right and there.
The article links to several newspapers from 1977, worrying about Western Civilization, making the usual contemptuous bleats; the critics sounded like Boomers who grew up with the Stones and Beatles and had come to that "kids these days with their unlistenable drivel" moment in life so ably described by Abe Simpson.
This article lumps in the Sex Pistols with the Talking Heads, calling both garbage. Time has not validated the judgment. But most of punk was bad. It probably had the highest percentage of bad music since the late 60s, when various styles - psychodelic, garage, toytown - competed to turn out C-grade tripe. I can't tell you how many "Lost 45s" compilations I've heard that suggest the songs were not lost, but buried in a landfill like so many ET Atari cartridges.
What was punk rock? A brief thrashing spasm for spotty people who enjoyed banging heads in a mosh pit, with a few good songs. But what to wear, what to wear? Not to worry: there were guides.
APP Peeple, the app that lets you rate other human beings as if they were roach-infested motels, has repositioned itself to address the concerns of the haters. Daily Dot:
The new, smiling version of Peeple is also doing away with the 48-hour waiting period for negative comments. Instead, Cordray explained, "There is no way to even make negative comments. Simply stated, if you don’t explicitly say 'approve recommendation,' it will not be visible on our platform."
So every review of everyone will be awesome? The Daily Dot story has a clip of a YouTube video, since yanked, which seems to suggest the app was also intended to illuminate the sketchy side of individuals as well. In any case:
Cordray also denied suggestions that Peeple was a massive hoax. But since her LinkedIn post appeared, Peeple's online presence has entirely disappeared. The @peepleforpeople Twitter account changed its handle to @peeplereviewapp and went private, the Facebook page now redirects to a page that says "this content isn't available right now," all but one video has been pulled from YouTube, and the website is offline.
Not exactly offline; there's a signup page for the 2.0 version, and it says "Join the positive revolution."
WHATEVER If you're wondering if anyone has feedback on the gun-control op-ed that ran in today's paper, there are 900 comments already. This section caught my eye:
the op-ed on Sometimes I think it is part of this culture of fear that comes with our out-of-control capitalist society where every advertisement is based on fear and perceived deficiency, and a gun is just the physical embodiment of a sense of control.
Yes, that certainly conforms with what I saw growing up; when I asked Dad why he had a rifle, I expected to hear "for deer season, of course," but his lower lip trembled and he said he'd been feeling so afraid since he saw that coffee commercial with Mrs. Olson. It's the richest kind, she said. I fear I'm not good enough to drink it. So out came the rifle and down went Bambi.
Every ad is based on fear and perceived deficiency? There are three ads on the Strib site at the moment: two tiny ads for Cub and Luther Auto, which presumably play into your fears of starvation and the cost of fixing that tranny again, and one for the Minnesota Orchestra, which shows smiling people with musical instruments. I can barely look at it, because I know I'll want to slap my hip and there won't be a holster, let alone a gun.