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Myspace or Your Space?
What happens when you’re down to your last $5 or you’re fighting the flu of the century? Time to stay in and watch TV? Hell no. Don’t live your life through fake friends on TV. Live it through real friends on the Internet. Get to know your fellow Nashvillians through myspace.com. Myspace is like a new and improved Friendster. (You’ve at least heard of Friendster, no?) Besides writing elaborate profiles, many myspacers rotate their pictures, post news and events to the bulletin boards and write journal entries. You can also e-mail or IM your buddies. The beauty of myspace is that it’s part acceptable voyeurism, part one-stop shopping for keeping in touch.
The mainstay of myspace is writing comments for friends and new acquaintances. The postings remind me so much of “tagging.” Myspacers add their own style and personality to friends’ profiles. And like true tag artists, dedicated myspacers take care not to write “slop.”
Consummate party kid Tyler Johnson (screen name Kickit Kid) has found various female admirers and some like-minded new friends. He has 24 comments, many from cute girls in various stages of undress. What are you waiting for? Get on myspace and start e-mingling....
Whatever you did for Valentine’s Day, be glad you weren’t one of the four “lucky” couples who won an “all-expense-paid wedding” at the Coolsprings Wal-Mart. Through some WSIX radio promotion, the couples said “I do” among aisles of bicycles, dog food and “low, low prices....”
The Super Furry Animals show at Exit/In came off with a few hitches, but no one cared. The show was delayed because of technical difficulties, but the 18-and-over crowd remained warm and fuzzy. The band finally took the stage to the sounds of respectful cheering from the geek-chic audience. Though it was rather subdued by Exit/In standards, a furry time was had by all....
Wednesday is ’80s night at Bar Twenty3! A successful ’80s night must be precision tuned to avoid being cheesy or becoming a “remember the glory days” frat fest. This party is neither. I’m hesitant to write about it, because it’s still got that alluring vibe of a well-kept secret. DJ Coolout gracefully takes us back to the days of “fresh” and “fly,” while a super-cool crowd plays 6 degrees. You may see anyone from Johannes Green and Henry Go of Mink to Aaron Julison of the Twisted Brown Trucker Band. Again, I came with a small group, and knew just about everyone in two hours. Take your time getting there. Get a disco nap first or go to Virago for some fire crunch rolls. Fabulous people like Shawn Venezia roll in around 10 p.m. and stay late....
This week... Anyone reading this should know that trucker hats are over. Go fetishize the real deal with Monster Trucks at Municipal on Friday. Get your pulp on with Kristi Rose Thursday at The Family Wash. Art meets music on Saturday with “Soundtrack of our Lives” at Mercy Lounge. Monday is Writer’s Night at Tribe. On Fat Tuesday, we’ll throw beads to the bunnies as Playboy kicks off its 50th anniversary tour at Havana Lounge.
—By Amy Waddell
Feel free to e-mail news of events, happenings and unholy gatherings to awaddell@nashvillescene.com.
