Going into today, the day marked as an online protest against SOPA and PIPA, I knew I wanted to protest via SongMeanings. Brian and I were a bit unsure on how to actually do it. Do we go totally dark? Maybe partially? We were torn because we didn’t necessarily want to hurt our audience, our users — but we understood how important these bills are. Not only to us or SongMeanings, but to you, you and you. So we went completely dark this morning aside from a small message, a video and a link to read more about SOPA.
About 15 years ago, I began learning how to code by essentially locking myself in my room. While my parents thought I was depressed and lonely (and I thought they were crazy), I was learning how to publish online and how to interact with databases. I am so fortunate that I was able to do so.
I talk a lot about the barrier to entry and how it’s almost non-existent when creating an idea, a website and or a company on the internet. Aside from a few bucks to get hosting, anyone could potentially build the next facebook or twitter. Understandably it’s not that easy, but compared to other industries, it is.
With SOPA and PIPA, it’s going to become a ton more difficult. And I look back at my fourteen or fifteen year old self and I cannot help but think where I might be if we had such utter bullshit back then. It makes me incredibly sad. It makes me sad for the baby and what type of world he or she might live in if these bills pass.
I understand we want to protect our property, it’s our right. But SOPA/PIPA is not the answer. It’s censorship.
Preventing the free flow of information of links and content is not the answer.
Mony Mony, you know the song by Billy Idol.
The song makes me cringe; always has, always will. You see, if I had to name one song that makes me think of a family member, it’s Mony Mony and my father. Thinking back — and he might totally disagree — it’s been the one track that got him out of his shell, got him dancing and singing. And it’s been the one track where we all roll our eyes at him and try to walk away, bravely acting as if we never knew him. Whether it was at family parties or driving down to Florida, my father loved (loves?) playing — and singing AND DANCING to — this song. And we all absolutely despise it. Cringe.
So when we discovered baby, I began thinking about my music collection and what kind of impact I might have on baby. Will baby grow up to love Jack Johnson, Ben Folds and Jason Mraz? Or would baby grow up rocking out to Kanye, maybe even some Timbo? Maybe baby would prefer some Tool or Nine Inch Nails.
But jesus, I just realized my track is SexyBack by Justin Timberlake. Our baby is going to despise this song. I’m going to be that obnoxious father who dances and sings whenever this song comes on.
Heck, I’m already that guy.