That little Cock introduced me to some very very funny people – and some really interesting people too. There’s a not inconsiderable section of my opinions that have been influenced, and my mind that has been broadened, because of people who I first became aware of through their one-liners.
I have this idea that what makes us old is not the passing of time per se, but instead the process of reducing our interactions with new culture. My iPod, for example, had a three-year-run at making me older as when I used it all the time I never heard any new music. I got past this by listening to radio more and by going to gigs where I had never heard the band before. CBC’s Radio 3 podcast helped a lot. But before I found alternatives, I was getting old.
Since the plug was pulled on Favrd, I haven’t had any place where I can quickly get a handle on some of the minds that I ought to know that are out there. Sure, the rise of Tumblr and its various social media features has been great, but it doesn’t have that same special sauce that Favrd had.
As a result, the set of people I ‘read’ online has kind of crystallised (or metastasised) in a way that I’m not entirely happy with. It’s not that I’m not happy with the group –– I’m not happy that the group is somewhat fixed.
Favrd was the radio station that played music I didn’t know I wanted to hear. I think it’s ok to miss that.
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