Thought-jangling piece about privacy and clickbait (linked above)
Even low-level fame looks like hell from the outside. That photo of Nick Cave and Johnny Greenwood yesterday was a prime example and it seemed no different than the paps and gossip rags who exploit personal moments for profit (although cynically I’m aware they share management, so…). And I realise what I do everyday is potentially part of the problem, which is why about four times a week people say “you can’t post this on the Internet, but…” as if I would turn something private into personal gain (a few cheap clicks? A dick move for some retweets?!). Sadly anyone vaguely working in journalism is tarred with the same brush as the very worst of “us”. No advance copies of major albums are sent to prevent people leaking it or teasing fanbases far in advance of the release with “i’ve heard it and you ain’t” bragging. Obviously <I>we</I> can’t be trusted with embargo dates or professionality when instantaneous outpourings and oneupmanship is The Game. The sad pathetic war for a second in the pissy-yellow light of internet fame.
What artists say in interviews and what we share online are just different versions of the same thing in the Attention Age (because I believe we’ve shifted beyond the era of Information and Communication already, sadly)