Well, here is my latest journal. I have written only a half dozen or so "articles" or blogs or journals on line since I got my first website 12 years ago, or since I got "on-line in 1985 with BBS's or 1988 with AOL or prodigy boards, or the "pho" listserv of music industry digerati. I decided to stop after Michael Robertson got read back all his on line pho postings at his deposition in UMG vs. Mp3.com. I sat next to Robertson in court and he was shaking like a leaf. That was before he sold the company to UMG for 375 million. A company that never made any money. UMG screwed it up and sold it for 5 or 8 million or something.

I think that writing lots of personal stuff on the internet is stupid. I see people writing about their jobs, their marriages, their business plans, their politics, for all the world to see, like it was a letter home from camp. A text searchable digital letter home from camp, publicized to the world. I don't get it. I know that the Paris Hilton generation has gotten into internet coitus cell phone movies as a method of meeting people, but I think I value my privacy. And my privates.

BLOGS. WIKI's. WIDGETS. These are moronic marketing words. They piss me off. I was an English major. And a philosophy minor. I can think straight in English. I don't no marketing wizards.

Did you know that Dmusic was the first music social network? I kicked out all the fans. I'd rather be mp3.com improved for collaboration than Myspace. Still do. Oh well. I am not one to chase crowds. I actually got into the internet music thing when Robertson sold Mp3.com. I saw an independent music industry emerge and thought it should be encouraged and preserved, rather than sold to music industry cretins who would kill it. I am not motivated by money, although I have an expensive lifestyle in some respects. Old cars and guitars, mostly. I don't take vacations or go out at night. I am an alpha male on beta blockers, and I own three or four changes of clothes. That doesn't count the college clothes that I still think I should fit into.

I admire Michael Robertson. He admittedly knew nothing about music. He just saw people searching for MP3's. So he bought mp3.com from Marvin Pollock III for $1,000, put up some news and away he went. We was a computer guy. I think he grew up in a trailer park. My father was a doctor. I am a musician and a lawyer (or vice versa, depending on the year). Its interesting to me that mp3tunes, Robertson's latest venture, hasn't much more traffic than Dmusic. See what money does to you?

Robertson is a great on-line writer. He makes me sound like e.e. cummings. I am trying to imagine a context in which this post would be read back at me in a lawsuit. "Mr Feldman, tell us about these old cars and guitars". BTW, If you want to see me play a guitar, search "1964 SG" on youtube. Buh Bye!


ps: Admit it. Isn't it nice to read things where the writer uses PARAGRAPHS! Where the hell is the spell checker? Where's my emoticon?