Gerald Carale, the founding member of DEVO, is writing about capitalism again. BoingBoing.net posted this last week. I've been doing a deep dive into the sites I first loved when I started this site a DECADE ago. A decade you guys. Ten years. Ten yeeeeeeaaaaaarrs.
*Please feel free to read the rest of this post in the voice of Minnie Driver from Grosse Pointe Blank*
It was pretty much BoingBoing.net, WilWheaton.net, and Doombuggies.com for me back then. And that was plenty. That and my Indiana Jones-themed Myspace page.
Anyway, I love Devo. In middle school, my youth minister told me Devo was from the devil. Simon and Garfunkel too. And my little music-obsessed heart broke right into two sad pieces. I don't know. Maybe he was right. Eternity will tell.
Mark Mothersbaugh has since become a hero of mine. He's a master of tone and one of the many of his ilk who have gone on to the wonderful world of film score. (hullo, Danny Elfman of Oingo Boingo)
I used to visit this spot with DEVO's handprints in San Francisco. It was a happy place. Still is. I dream of a day when Mark Mothersbaugh scores one of my projects. As far as dreams go, that's pretty pipe-shaped, I realize. But you never know.
What were you perusing on the internet ten years ago? Who is your favorite 80's musician/film score genius/capitalist essayist? Do you even want to think back that far or should we give the past the slip?
(I'm sorry. I had to.)