Myspace still exists, who knew?
Myspace remains my favourite social media site, even though I haven’t logged since…well, what year is it?
Maybe it’s because, unlike Facebook, Myspace let me connect with total strangers who shared my interests, including many rockabilly bands that, for a time, let me download their tracks for free.
To this day, I’m sure The Deadcats have no idea that they’re part of The Rock and Roll Riot, with a killer version of Link Wray’s “Jack the Ripper.” They’re from Vancouver, by the way.
Myspace had 20 questions-style surveys that I was more than happy to fill out and share.
Facebook bombards me with shit that’s really depressing (I don’t want kids or animals to be mistreated but create your own site…”Sadfacebook”? and go away), not interesting in the least, or memes that take a famous person and pretend they would have said something that no fucking way would they have ever said.
John Lennon died in 1980. Stop putting words in his mouth about whatever human rights cause you thought he might have supported, had he not been shot.
I could find a photo of the Dos Equis guy and add a caption that reads, “I don’t often listen to radio but when I do, it’s Johnny Maraca’s Rock and Roll Riot.”
Not that I haven’t been happy to reconnect with old friends and family on Facebook. Or make friends in radio or the music industry. The good outweighs the bad but Facebook is a zero on the coolness scale.
I’m also on…Twitter, About Me, Google Plus (talk about a stillborn site!), Titchat, I mean, Snapchat, Instagram, and many others I get email notifications from but don’t have time to check out.
Go back eight years ago and I was chatting on Myspace with a 24-year-old bisexual lady named Lyn, who hailed from Walkerton, Ontario and was doing post-grad work at the University of Toronto. Soon after, her mother died in a car accident. Lyn got a job with the UN supervising the first democratic elections in the Congo, and was one of the coolest people I’ve never met.
And one of those questionaires included, “Would you ever date the person who sent you this survey?” Lyn said I was too old for her to date but I’d be a great guy to have a beer with.
Myspace became less popular, Lyn was not into Facebook and our connection was severed.
My engaging chats with her were typical of what I encountered on Myspace and to this day, I wonder how Lyn is doing.