Another Day, Another Do!!ar
Walt Cherries, Jr., again here, bidding you farehello and welcome to another edition of the Culture Heart !temwire. We are really looking forward to using this space as an outlet to outreach to the community and effect a positive change.
I was in some discussions with Graham Smith, mastermind and chief interestant in Culture Heart's burgeoning empire, last night and we decided that it is best to have some sort of structure to the !temwire lest it devolve into something that is not worth people's admittedly valuable time. So we decided to reach out to you, the community, and ask--what sort of difficult and/or topical issues and/or topics would you like us to discuss here on the !temwire? Let us know via comments or feedback (you can always reach us at smervice@gmail.com, with any questions relating to Graham Smith related merchandising. We considering putting up an interactive dashboard at smervice.com since we totally own it but decided that a 100% personalized approach is the only way to truly transform the music industry into a service business, as is our clearly obvious, yet understated goal).
While we are on the interactive, community-focused, user-generated hunt for a content model, I figured that I would spout off at the fingers about some things that have been meaning a lot to me (in the heart, emotionally, that is, in particular) as of late, relating to that greatest of electronically-distributed infini-beasts, that's right I'm talking about the media-driven culture. First of, I was wondering if you could allow me the opportunity to vent a little bit. You see, I, like a lot of you out there, enjoy a good movie now and again. Also, like a slightly smaller percentage, I demand that only versions of movies that I want to see with the highest possible video and audio fidelity be granted passage into the labyrinthine tangle of cables, display units, wall-mount accessories, drawings of dream all-in-one remotes taped to the wall at stategic places, and other expensive and less expensive items that makes up my home theater. However, woe be unto me when I walk into my local big-bucks retailer brick and mortar shell store, and what do I find but two competing standards for my hard-earned money. Now, it is not out of modesty that I am not eager to give out my age, but let's just say I've been an adult almost as long as the Toronto Blue Jays have been playing professional baseball (Go BJ's!), so I happen to recall the last time there was a so-called "types-of-new technology-that-are-similar-but-slightly-different war" and it played prominently in one of my best memories from that bygone era, so I thought that it might be fun if I would share that with you.
The year was 1989. It was around Christmas, I think, or maybe it was a birthday, I'm not quite sure. Anywho, I was on the hunt for a present for my niece, Jurisprudence Cherries, and as she was a 9 or 10-something year old girl I basically had no clue what to get her. Luckily despite my still undisclosed age I was still in the habit of watching Saturday-morning cartoons and as such was in the unique position of having an insight into at least which product was the recipient of the healthiest advertising budget that season. So I watched dilligently, through Garfield and Friends, Small Wonder, Kissyfur, Dink, The Little Dinosaur, Slimer! and the Real Ghostbusters, Camp Candy, Captain N: The Game Master, and other variously good and or mediocre-at-best shows in order to get the information I desired. I was enthralled by a commercial that featured children in hats with wild pink, green and yellow designs on them, accompanied by sunglasses with lightning bolts and such, all gesticulating and generally getting down to the awesome music being generated by a small portable player. This player was known, apparently, as the Pocket Rocker, and it brought the dream of portable music within the reach of a normal child, and, as the light bulb clicked on in my brain, even a possibility for a small human female. So I marked it down on a yellowed index card covered with chicken scratch that I keep in an ID-laminate-lanyard thing in my crotch at all times (good luck trying to get it, unless you are a pretty lady, then maybe we can talk...), but at the next commercial break, Tiger Electronics announced their presence on the screen (and on the SCENE) with their own comer, the Tiger Electromusic 2000 or something (I ended up buying the Pocket Rocker, SPOILERS). My point is why would they cloud the market, forcing me to deliberate and basically COMPETING for my incredibly limited holiday dollars? Just like Sony and whoever are doing with the hi-def video thing right now is what I was talking about. It's just bad business practice to try to sell something that is a better value than something that somebody else is selling, and you can take that to the bank.
What do you think?
I was in some discussions with Graham Smith, mastermind and chief interestant in Culture Heart's burgeoning empire, last night and we decided that it is best to have some sort of structure to the !temwire lest it devolve into something that is not worth people's admittedly valuable time. So we decided to reach out to you, the community, and ask--what sort of difficult and/or topical issues and/or topics would you like us to discuss here on the !temwire? Let us know via comments or feedback (you can always reach us at smervice@gmail.com, with any questions relating to Graham Smith related merchandising. We considering putting up an interactive dashboard at smervice.com since we totally own it but decided that a 100% personalized approach is the only way to truly transform the music industry into a service business, as is our clearly obvious, yet understated goal).
While we are on the interactive, community-focused, user-generated hunt for a content model, I figured that I would spout off at the fingers about some things that have been meaning a lot to me (in the heart, emotionally, that is, in particular) as of late, relating to that greatest of electronically-distributed infini-beasts, that's right I'm talking about the media-driven culture. First of, I was wondering if you could allow me the opportunity to vent a little bit. You see, I, like a lot of you out there, enjoy a good movie now and again. Also, like a slightly smaller percentage, I demand that only versions of movies that I want to see with the highest possible video and audio fidelity be granted passage into the labyrinthine tangle of cables, display units, wall-mount accessories, drawings of dream all-in-one remotes taped to the wall at stategic places, and other expensive and less expensive items that makes up my home theater. However, woe be unto me when I walk into my local big-bucks retailer brick and mortar shell store, and what do I find but two competing standards for my hard-earned money. Now, it is not out of modesty that I am not eager to give out my age, but let's just say I've been an adult almost as long as the Toronto Blue Jays have been playing professional baseball (Go BJ's!), so I happen to recall the last time there was a so-called "types-of-new technology-that-are-similar-but-slightly-different war" and it played prominently in one of my best memories from that bygone era, so I thought that it might be fun if I would share that with you.
The year was 1989. It was around Christmas, I think, or maybe it was a birthday, I'm not quite sure. Anywho, I was on the hunt for a present for my niece, Jurisprudence Cherries, and as she was a 9 or 10-something year old girl I basically had no clue what to get her. Luckily despite my still undisclosed age I was still in the habit of watching Saturday-morning cartoons and as such was in the unique position of having an insight into at least which product was the recipient of the healthiest advertising budget that season. So I watched dilligently, through Garfield and Friends, Small Wonder, Kissyfur, Dink, The Little Dinosaur, Slimer! and the Real Ghostbusters, Camp Candy, Captain N: The Game Master, and other variously good and or mediocre-at-best shows in order to get the information I desired. I was enthralled by a commercial that featured children in hats with wild pink, green and yellow designs on them, accompanied by sunglasses with lightning bolts and such, all gesticulating and generally getting down to the awesome music being generated by a small portable player. This player was known, apparently, as the Pocket Rocker, and it brought the dream of portable music within the reach of a normal child, and, as the light bulb clicked on in my brain, even a possibility for a small human female. So I marked it down on a yellowed index card covered with chicken scratch that I keep in an ID-laminate-lanyard thing in my crotch at all times (good luck trying to get it, unless you are a pretty lady, then maybe we can talk...), but at the next commercial break, Tiger Electronics announced their presence on the screen (and on the SCENE) with their own comer, the Tiger Electromusic 2000 or something (I ended up buying the Pocket Rocker, SPOILERS). My point is why would they cloud the market, forcing me to deliberate and basically COMPETING for my incredibly limited holiday dollars? Just like Sony and whoever are doing with the hi-def video thing right now is what I was talking about. It's just bad business practice to try to sell something that is a better value than something that somebody else is selling, and you can take that to the bank.
What do you think?
Labels: holiday spending, money, righteous indignation, saturday morning cartoons
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