Dear Justin Timberlake
Hey JT, how’s it hangin’?
I’m writing to you because we have a dear friend in common who means, or meant, a lot to us but is a shadow of its former self. Can you guess who that is?
Now, I like your music. Cry Me a River was a damn good song. You’re a fine actor and even though it was just acting I so envy you pretending to go down on Mila Kunis in Friends With Benefits and, even more impressive in my world, you got to lock lips with Nasim Pedrad on one of your SNL hosting gigs.
I have a huge crush on Nasim.
But our common friend is MySpace, which you own and have spent a lot of time…or PR…on recently, trying to convince the masses that it was cool again.
I love music discovery and welcome anything that will help me find awesome new artists and songs but you know what’s missing from MySpace? It’s what helped Facecbook leave MySpace in the dust.
Go back 10 years ago and MySpace connected me to cool people from around the world who shared my interests. Lyn, the bisexual human rights crusader and super cool chick from Toronto. Kate, the lady in Australia who, I swear, would have left her husband and kids and flown to Canada if I had told her to do so. The lady in Los Angeles who shared my appreciation of hard rock and, in particular, the late great Ronnie James Dio.
MySpace is all about music. New bands, videos, even radio playlists.
But I want emails from Myspace saying Bjorn in Stockholm thinks I should check out a band he likes. I want to see a post from Tabitha in Tuscon raving about a concert she saw. I want to debate with Dermot in Manchester over who was the better Van Halen front man, Roth or Hagar (the songs were better with Diamond Dave but Sammy had far superior pipes).
C’mon, Justin. You’re smart.
Turn MySpace into a music site that’s also a social network where fans share ideas and post, comment and argue. Lead they way by critiquing a song or album and asking for our input. You likely made more money last week than most of us will earn in a lifetime so maybe the coolness (or lack thereof) doesn’t matter as much to you as the bottom line.
But it matters to many of us.
Your move, JT.