There’s a sucker born every minute. I am the sucker. This is the minute.

I had been going to put up a haiku next, because I’ve been too wordy recently, but y’all have to wait for that. This is because I hate being suckered for a fool.

I bought the lies of Sandi Thom’s PR company hook and line, but at least not sinker: one of my original thoughts was how did whatever web service she was using cope with the increase in traffic? I should have followed that thought through, rather than overlaying it with the thought rags to riches, aaahhhh, that’s nice.

Thank’s to Gord’s comment on my previous post that the webcasts were a hoax thought up by her PR company to get good old fashioned print and TV coverage, I started digging around to see what the word on the web is. I particularly like this comment – a good point, well made:

If that bitch plays in the basement she has to be really sexy to attract that many people. Since she wasn´t shavin it live… why the buzz. In context. (Scroll up for the start of the conversation).

And anther one:

…Technorati.com does provide an authoritative view of global conversation on the web. According to Technorati data, this was no viral sensation. Just a very well-crafted PR set-up for a new album. In context.

A great one-liner:

Sandi Thom — such an underground sensation that even the people in the underground hadn’t heard of her! – In context.

And this final piece of wonderfully spiteful and possibly libellous venom refers to the story in the Irish Press that Ms Thom has had a private arrangement with a very wealthy Scottish backer for some time:

Let’s assume, for the sake of argument, that you’re the Scottish investor who’s ponying up money for this singer, who I’d presume you’re banging. You’re entirely within your right to make as much money off your waifish girlfriend as you can make. No god is going to stop you; George W. Bush’s continuing rise toward global domination is living proof that no benevolent force in the universe will do anything to stop you or any other villain from your evil, selfish deed. But does that make it right? Those of us who, as a result of your investment, are confronted with the horrible screeching waifnoise that is the music of your girlfriend, Sandi Thom, will not only loathe your girlfriend, but we will loathe the person who spent money to put her in a position to wage war on the eardrums of the world. In context.

I do find well written invective so soothing…

Anyway, the thread I pulled all of this from degenerates into flaming and trolling, and I could not be bothered to read it right through to the Nazi-post.

I am slightly embarrased that everything I’ve been recycling here comes from one thread, and none of the above is evidence of anything at all of course, though all of it is plausible and obviously none of it is mine. Sometimes google is quicker than thinking.

I dislike being lied to: I particularly dislike being lied to by artists, but I guess an artist can be as deceitful and conniving as the next scamster.

I am reminded of a guy I worked for once who seemed to think that it could be true then it wasn’t a lie. Unfortunately he had no sense of reality or proportion and he appeared to think he could have been a technology millionaire before he was 20, been parachuted into Nicuagrua while in the marines and, at the same time, run a consultancy company with three thousand people on the payroll. The fact that none of it had happened outside his own head was neither here nor there in his revisionist world. He even had the nerve to lecture me on ethics.

Oh, and the disingenuous mendacity of all of this sits pretty unpleasantly with lyrics that read:

When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space

Well, I think computers are pretty fucking scary, and much fucking scarier than ever they were then. But that is another post for another day.

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