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‘global war on terror’ (GWOT).

Fuck Countries, mammals migrate, take down your flags, release the nomad inside.

Data lust, in Mayberry, BOFH power, dusts kids rights. Property Reigns Supreme in the law of WallMartia.

‘First cottoned this idea in a past Obsessive Compulsive outbreak as a Jody Gnant fanboi.

This fault in the plains of equanimity, tripped by the combination of two powerful drugs, Pacifica Radio Affiliate KPFK and Ustream. Sundays were a fixed Holi day, Ian Masters, Assumpta Oturu, Samm Brown, Chuck Foster, & Derek Rath, filled an eight hour block of optimal radio listening. The girl entered my life about 5.15 that Sunday afternoon, on For the Record, Samm Brown announced his guest, musician Jody Gnant, who was also lifestreaming on the Ustream service. Well, this was an O.Wright moment for me, as well being a “Multi-Media” moment, connecting 20th century ‘wireless’ programming (albeit through an internet tunnel) with 21st. century ‘wireless’ streaming video, (both ends) with gobs of programming underneath. So I met Jody in my living room, in Sam Browne’s KPFK studio too. Enough of my sordid addictions, Jody knew we were in the audience via the attached chat room, the bonding was strong, frequent, intimate, she marched through all of my female archetypes. I became besotted, but also convinced of this clannish marketing model for musicians in an mp3 environment.

Jody had shared her Intention, to make her living as a musician, and document the process with the Sprint card and PC laptop webcam, uugh!. What of us her chatroom clan, who would protectively watch her laptop (from the inside!) when she went to the bathroom. It was clear from the visitor stats to her stream page that we could never buy enough product, between us all, to keep this woman in burritos. Even if we wanted to, it would be easy to resist breaking out the plastic, I could just close the laptop lid, til the feeling passed; but what I couldn’t resist was evangelizing about this, to me, hughly brave artist baring and sharing the process.

Free and Now were there, including mind numbing hours staring at Jody’s drapes or empty rooms, scared to miss the resumption of mammal TV, seriously. And then there was the epic drive from LA to Phoenix, 6 hours perched on Jody’s rental car dashboard under the blazing sun, or going to MySpace offices and chatting with the emperors of flashing gifs. Now and Paid was derived from the clan numbers via sponsorship deals, and the clan numbers would swell impressively when a gig was on the lifestream, don’t you just hate those part timers, get obsessed can’t you? Sadly some times there could appear to be more people in the chatroom than auditorium, this strengthened the bond with the artist.

Jody achieved the economic grade of imminent carlessness with a lot of hard work, I was there, but didn’t “take off” least during my internship nevertheless her Brand is strong! Ford even lent her a car, how cool is that.

Later, Free and Paid, exists, the blue chip stuff lives on bittorrent nurtured by the hive of cultural tastes. Youtube does yeomans work to maintian the viral payload. Ustream archives, I guess, I can’t be assed to look right now, thats not my focus, big minus on the fact checking here. At a minimum MissG has enough B-roll for the rest of her career, pun intended. The latter L&P for P&L involves some kind of curation, which because of the different intention can be too easily botched leaving an artists best work buried. Anyway later can’t mean any thing more than say this afternoon, to my internetted tunnel mind, longer wait times do not compute.