Are we refugees? Or graduates? Of Songwriter101?
Feeling like a refugee I wandered the broken streets and abandoned threads of Just Plain Folks. It's okay. But I miss the clean format of Songwriter101. JTP had a lot of pharmaceutical ads when the closure of 101 left me wandering the campus like a junkie, and finally ran me off and sent me out looking for a new playground. I called it Just Pharmaceutical Folks. But it's not any more active than 101 was at times. I guess we go through phases when we're creating and sharing and when we're not. I can accept that as the norm. Today I accidentally put in www.m and the old musesmuse site popped into the browser. I may go explore there again too. Meanwhile, I'll try not to dysfunction here at the Junction. I carried Larry Beaird's video from the Junction to JPF to see if it sparked some study. I don't think it did. I'll try to go there and bring back the list of Songs he spoke of and the youtube links in case y'all might care to be studious. Thanks, Gavin, for taking in us...graduates. Definitely graduates.
Welcome Gary. Really great to have you here. People were asking about you.
That first post of yours took a little while to appear because anyone's first post has to be moderated. It's designed to prevent the kind of spam attacks that plagued SW101 towards the end. All your future posts will appear instantly, of course.
Those people asking about me; it wasn't two guys in black suits, dark glasses, looked like Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones was it? You didn't tell them anything did you? I lost my green card in 1947 after having it since the mid-1800's and just because that was a banner year for UFO's they keep coming around. Every time I think I've got it straightened out and can start eating cats again there they are, gestunkener ray guns in hand. I tried to sneak across the Mexican border but the Mexicans can spot an alien a mile away. "Yankee go home!" they yell. Only in Mexican. "Yankee va casa!" or something like that. I thought it was because I was an alien but they said they thought I was a rock star. I played for them and they almost let me in. "Esta no bueno! Eusted no rock star!" they said, smiling. I only speak Klingon and Portuguese so I don't know what they said. Then instinct took over and I ate the commandant's cat and the rest is hysterical history. Maybe I'll try Canada.
I think everyone gets in and out of phases of their lives and careers. One of the problems of all sites, is you have the same people over and over and a lot of times the subjects just stay the same. And they might be things not many people care about. Someone really trying to learn the basics of songwriting, are not that interested (or shouldn't be that interested) in Internet marketing, and those that are interested in Internet marketing, are rarely brand new and interested in basics.
But we always have to keep in mind it's always "someone's opening night, and there are always more LURKERS than POSTERS. One of the things that has happened to me over the years have always been people I never even knew were around, that read a lot of those long posts I did, printed them out and used them as their own handbook on whatever they were going through. So I always try to be thorough when new people or even old vets come around.
Good to have you here. Always great to see you post and hear your comments. And those MIB guys always go away. Wouldn't worry too much about them. There mostly chasing Bigfoot now.
Glad to be here! As George Burns said, "At my age I'm glad to be anywhere!"
I luckily was able to read the notifications on my Yahoo email account. I can only see about the first 10 or 12 emails, although it says I have 99. I can't delete. When I click on the box to mark it for deletion it opens the email. When I close it by selecting Spam or Trash it closes the email and leaves it highlighted as if it is unread. I can't compose an email to www.yahoo.com/admin to advise them of my trouble. If anyone has a clue to solve this I'd appreciate the advice. Or contact them and tell them email@example.com is coming apart at the seams!
I have come to the conclusion that we are all refugees to a certain extent, and more when seeing how the songwriter forums are disappearing leaving us in the air.
Everything changes, and all the changes drag along where they pass by leaving us adrift in a sea that you can no longer navigate but that surrounds you with waves that do not let you see any horizon.
I may seem pessimistic but in reality I am realistic. The mobiles make music, the new technological inventions make music, there are programs that write lyrics, ... and there we are, the origin, forgotten in many posts that were left orphans from homeland.
I think that almost everyone knows each other because we have frequented and we frequent the few forums that are left to house our dreams, fantasies, fears, illusions, loves, desamors, nightmares, etc ..., and this turns us into relatives without blood ties, a strange brotherhood that creates melodies in different languages that reach your heart even if you do not understand the lyrics.
How much of ego and need to share what we do ... I do not know, personally I think I'm still that girl who liked to show the drawings she made and see the drawings made by others and enrich herself with the difference.
The bad part of the doubt is that it has no face
You are correct in many ways. The main reason "forums" and "web sites" have disspeared is that the vast majority of people trying to do music now, approximately 30-60 million people, have no real interest in ACTUALLY LEARNING how to do anything, and just doing it. It takes very little talent to get up in the morning, write what you think is a song, which is just a collection of scattered words or phrases, play some form of music, "ukelele, band in a box, karaoke, or just beats and do a rap thing with assorted noises, put it on your camera phone and then post it on FACEBOOK, YOU TUBE, or some other social media web site. You don't need anyone else or really care what anyone thinks.
For the vast majority, it will always be that. They have no interest in learning anything they can't find on a free video on YOU TUBE, and just to share with their friends and family, or people they have never met who will "LIKE" them, is all the reward they think they need. It is GOLF. Millions of people doing it, spending billions of dollars and less than a per cent of a percent of a percent actually make anything realisitic.
So web sites turn into a collection of friends or people who have like minded interests. That is who we are here.
Quote: "I think I'm still that girl who liked to show the drawings she made and see the drawings made by others and enrich herself with the difference."
Ah, Mora Amaro Laloba, senora, BE that girl. She's the one who made the day interesting and exciting, the one who, when she didn't come to school or out in the neighborhood in the evening, we all sat around wishing there was something to do. Bring your drawings!