As an old fuddy-duddy who refuses to go near MySpace and who doesn't have the resources to seek out any decent mp3 blogs, I sometimes worry that whole new exciting musical genres will pass me by, despite my best efforts (i.e. reading the Guardian on a Friday).
What will I say to any future offspring when they start talking about γ-aminobutyric acid braindump trance and I don't have a bleedin' clue what the hell they're on about?
So its nice to have just stumbled across Mary Anne Hobbs' 13th July Radio 1 show on the information superhighroad, only to find that I'm a massive fan of dubstep music. I feel 10 years younger already.
"...an old fuddy-duddy who refuses to go near MySpace and who doesn't have the resources to seek out any decent mp3 blogs..."
No need to feel inadequate. You are not alone. We were watching Gardeners' World recently and they were going on about how you could download Monty bloomin' Don's video podcast for your mp4 player. It's gardening for gawd's sake: a trowel is about as hi-tech as we ever get!
PS - What is this MySpace anyway. Something to do with NASA, is it?
The former, damn them! they rely on you feeling impotent in the face of blogging fun, like a blog-castrate, and finally when you are at your lowest ebb, when you think things can get no worse, you crumble and enter into the Faustian pact that you resisted for so long.