For thirty odd years I was a newspaper man
I made my living with a pen and a pad
God I miss the smell of paper and the ink on my hands
Been back from the desert for a year or so
I left more in that sand than you'll ever know
Another war was waiting for me when I got back home
In the name of the flag some gave their lives
I'm still living, yeah, Semper Fi
Well, that's my story, what else can I say
Hey, hey
I got a lot to give say can you see
I'm still breathing and my heart still beats
They took the car but they left the lease
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Boarded up the house, they left the keys
Foreclosed on my city, rolled up these streets
But I ain't checking out, I still got my dreams
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
They called us "Dirty Harry", we're a punk rock band
Why they sold old CBGB's I don't understand
All that’s left now are the t-shirts and they come from Japan
I sold my drums to make ends meet
The band broke up, we had to eat
It's the same old shit, it just happens more these days,
Hey, hey
I got a lot to give say can you see
I'm still breathing and my heart still beats
They took the car but they left the lease
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Boarded up the house, they left the keys
Foreclosed on my city, rolled up these streets
But I ain't checking out, I still got my dreams
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm a teacher, I'm a farmer, I'm a union man
It's getting hard to make a living in this hard land
We ain't working in our factories, all those jobs went overseas.
Hey, hey.
Does anybody want, does anybody want,
Does anybody want what's left of me?
I got a lot to give, say can you see
I'm still breathing and my heart still beats
They took the car but they left the lease
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Does anybody want to buy or rent,
Take a chance or place a bet?
I ain't checking out, I still got my dreams
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Does anybody want, does anybody want,
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Does anybody want, does anybody want,
Does anybody want what's left of me?
Kontrastas, bet gal ne toks baisus kaip gali pasirodyti. Aš irgi po savo stogu randu kai kurioms LT pop žvaigždėms vietos. Pvz, turbūt visi čia žino, kad aš esu visai nemenkas Aistės Pilvelytės mėgėjas.
Mano smegenys neregistruoja kai pamatau tokį vaizdą kaip "DjVaids mėgsta Pink Floyd dainą Time", o po apačia "DjVaids mėgsta YVA dainą Vasaros mergaitės" Bet imu pratintis jau.
Parašiau. Prašau, pakvieskit kas nors Pazistu_Mykola pasigrožėt tuo dienoraščiu... bus kaip laiko mašina 10 metų atgal, kai aš bombinau music'ą exceliniais grafikais ir Pazistu_Mykola tik ateidavo pasijuokt iš mano polinkio viskas "užstatistikinti"
Apskritai, senesniais laikais beveik visi kūrėjai pradėdavo su intencija tiesiog dalintis, be jokių monetizacijų. Tik vėliau už tai gavo atlygį. Dabar, deja, viskas korporatyvizuota (jei yra toks žodis), ir sunku pradėti be gero plano nuo pradžių.
Na, skaitoma medija visai kitą auditoriją turi, bet ir palyginti gerokai mažesnė. Tokia jau tinklaraštininkų dalia. Na bet galiausiai, svarbiausia, kad veikla patiktų ir duotų kažko gero bent keliems žmonėms. Ko daugiau ir reikia.
Nebent tai darai kaip saviraiškos būdą neturėdamas noro gauti jokios grąžos. Bet man blog'o formatas mielesnis, aš kai noriu rašau tekstus savo tinkluose ir viskas. Skaitoma medija man visuomet bus pirmiau žiūrimos medijos.
Nu gerai, labiau reiktų kalbėti apie tinklalaidžių kūrimo / žiūrėjimo santykį. Dabar kūrėjų kaip prikakota, o žiūrinčiųjų nors auga, bet kiek vienam kūrėjui tenka žiūrėtojų? Dėl to ta niša man atrodo visai neperspektyvi.