Coy Karma Whore

Today I shared a song with Reddit, that was written for Reddit, and gleamed (for the most part) from Reddit. At times during the process of writing and recording the song I felt alternately brilliant/incompetent. Once it was recorded I tinkered with it endlessly to hide its inadequacies and elevate its finer points, until it all blended into something that I love on Tuesday and wish to hide by Thursday. Fuck that shit. I put it up anyway.

Being me I envisioned various video options, and being me there was no money, no time. So this morning when I woke up there was no video. Strictly speaking there still is no video, but I did manage to photoshop a “Psycho”esque image and roll the lyrics over the scene.

So today I put together a “video” to go on YouTube. Started a YouTube account/channel, uploaded the video/song. Posted on Reddit, tweeted the post, went and had Valentine’s dinner with my mom, and now I’m telling you about it. Since it’s already been over nine hours, and as you can see I am not yet a household celebrity – known to all but a few luddite aboriginal folk in the deep far away, I have failed in my quest to gain support in an unreasonable time frame.

What did I do wrong? Nothing. This has been a great experiment, and just because I let my delusions drive the expectation buggy, that doesn’t reduce the value. The light that shines through the cracks tells you where to pay attention. And as Reddit says, you get your answer while the coin is in the air, not when it comes up heads or tails.

There is a cognitive dissonance that arises in seeking your communities support while exploring strategies for exploiting its perceived openness. Today I learned, we can trust the communities we call our own, and we can’t own the communities we trust. This is more fun than it seems.

Oh, here’s a link to the song. It’s NSFW.