A trawl through the paper this morning to avoid reading the displays of vitriol on LJ turned up some interesting stuff.
Filed under the heading of
'What The Hell Were They Thinking?' Don't do it, John! Leave us with one hero, at least.
This reminded me that Chrissie Hynde is wonderful.
Chrissie Hynde's Advice to Chick Rockers
• Don't moan about being a chick, refer to feminism or complain about sexist discrimination. We've all been thrown down stairs and fucked about, but no one wants to hear a whining female. Write a loosely disguised song about it instead and clean up ($).
• Never pretend you know more than you do. If you don't know chord names, refer to the dots. Don't go near the desk unless you plan on becoming an engineer.
• Make the other band members look and sound good. Bring out the best in them; that's your job. Oh, and you better sound good, too.
• Do not insist on working with 'females'; that's just more bullshit. Get the best man for the job. If it happens to be a woman, great - you'll have someone to go to department stores with on tour instead of making one of the road crew go with you.
• Try not to have a sexual relationship within the band. It always ends in tears.
• Don't think that sticking your boobs out and trying to look fuckable will help. Remember you're in a rock and roll band. It's not 'fuck me', it's 'fuck you!'
• Don't try to compete with the guys; it won't impress anybody.
And then I read
this and it made me think of nastiness and raising mobs, and I found myself back at HPdom again.
These days the fandom seems to celebrate unpleasantness and stupidity as much as it does fun and creativity. You do start to wonder if it's worth the aggravation.