Facebook is over and/or time for me to move on to the next wave of internet communication and/or – no I did NOT delete you from my Facebook pals list.
There is seldom one reason for an action… here goes my try at explaining all the reasons I can think of…
So, as some might know, I’ve been a publisher/communicator for 27 years, I started before the net and was one of the first publisher to join the net, put up a website, use publishing on-demand and so on – including the new/social media pioneering road-trip/journalism/art project the wife and I pulled off, project a year at the wheel, <a title=”http://www.usaodd.com/” href=”http://www.usaodd.com/” target=”_blank”>which turned into a book and film</a>… what I’m saying is that sometimes, I’m ahead of the curve, a trail blazer, someone who tries to think about the next step… so, this is that.
What happened is, I came real close to simply deleting my Facebook account when they again changed their privacy settings… I signed up to Facebook because they had a private option, unlike myspace, and I thought that novel and personal and cool… so I joined and considered it my semi-private domain and acted as such… seemed a fair trade after all, I give art, they give space.
I don’t dig the bait and switch.
1. I’ve posted a ton of shit to the site over 6 years under the guise that it was private. I wanted it removed, changing my FB private account to a personal page was the easiest way to do this… now, the page has been scrubbed of everything, really, check it out: <a title=”https://www.facebook.com/shanebugbee” href=”https://www.facebook.com/shanebugbee” target=”_blank”>https://www.facebook.com/shanebugbee</a>
2. unlike all of the grandparent, pretenders, and wanna bees who have joined Facebook over the years – I have a website, many websites… I have hosting fees and server update costs, so I pay to play on line and/or I’m a professional publisher and at some point I had to ask myself, why am I helping another man build his own website when I should be working on my own website?**
and yes, when you add content to Facebook you build Facebook and add to their worth… while that’s a fair trade for a grandma who shows off her grandkids, it is not fair for those who create content or even art, who sell books and music and so on… artist of all kind need to get paid… of course… and with the lull in traffic, with <em>Facebook limiting the artists access to their fans unless they pay</em> – this is a real one sided relationship.
3. as much as I really dig the freeness of the net as far as downloading music and videos and art and exchange of ideas… as the net evolves, so must the consciousness of the consumer… you know, like an understanding of sharing links, paying what you can and so on… middle men like Facebook and tumblr and others need to help this along… it’s what publishers do.
Facebook and other social media sites have yet to take these issues and the professional communicator A.K.A. the artist into consideration… and worse and again, they go to great lengths to cut the artist off from their fans, sinking as low as to ask the artist, who has already pied pipered the masses to Facebook, and adds content to the site, without compensation, facebook asks the artist to pay for the privilege of staying in touch with their fans – all while the artists add their own photos, art and content under a contract that states Facebook can use those photos and art however and wherever they’d like… not a real great deal for the artist… might even be the worst deal in the history of art, it’s worse than any gallery or record company I can think of.
what-the-wha??? my point?
the numbers are down, be it sales, website hits, shares, likes, re-tweets… whatever the numbers, the numbers are down for the arts.
a reason for the decline is the lack of concern for the pro-artist from the corporations exploiting them, or, the philosophy that we’re all the same, that what you write and choose to share with family and pals is somehow equal to the person who struggles to write and research day in and out, the person who has dedicated their life to, lets say, squirrels… the person who understands and might even get it is now on the same level as the guy who has done 15 minuets of squirrel research on google and can share some posts to prove it. insane.
don’t get me wrong, I’m cool with “everyone is the media” and the fact that everyone is now reporting from the streets with idiot-phones some call smart… that is rad… I love that the gates have opened and artist can express and they can compete and maybe even inspire each other… it’s the corporate evolution of this process that disturbs me the most as the inconsiderate consumer must be lead, consideration and common sense marketed to them, embedded in their head.
since the mid-myspace days I’ve noticed and complained that the consumer has too much access to the person and art they want to consume and because of that they get comfortable, they take for granted, or worse, they expect you to gab with them for 30 fucking minuets over the sale of one fucking book… what the fuck… is there no understanding of reality, like leave the poet alone, buy them food and await the words but what ever you do, leave them alone.
4. Facebook has obviously run it’s course and while it might be great for middle america, it has turned into middle america, one big fucking mall with a high school mentality… fuck that shit, I dropped out of H.S. when I was 16, I’m just not into it… “it” being mob mentality and all the shit that came with high school.
the monkey see, monkey do of most folks… the passive voyeur… those who show or even try to hide their animosity for accomplishment or happy folks doing what they love… those not doing what fulfills them, the silent animosity that brews from them that manifests as troll-ish behavior or back stabbing actions – these are the kinds of folk that remind me of high school and, make the roll of an artist a gig at times… fuck em all… every last one of them… I’d like a semi-private spot where I can chat with locals and pals and folks I work with without having to be on or constantly working… Facebook was that private spot for a moment. and the internet gets smaller and smaller, confining, restrictive and/or maybe we had the semi-private thing with email and this Facebook plague has taken us back two steps.
I have fun on twitter and tumblr… but really, I’m looking to <a title=”http://www.shanebugbee.com/” href=”http://www.shanebugbee.com/” target=”_blank”>play on my own website</a>… or play with websites that aren’t looking to use my name and words and photos for adverts without giving me an opt-out or a cut of the cash… respect that I get paid and pay for that shit or offer a service that makes your exploitation a fair trade…
I don’t know how to run a social media site but I do know how to run my business… so, no more photos, no more words, no more one sided exploitation… today it starts… mutual exploitation, I will use Facebook to share links and network… not much more.
want to gab? hit me up thru email: shaneATshanebugbee.com
the day of 100% free access to the artist is coming to an end, pay up, give offerings, share, be smart, and be kind to the creators or lose access.
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**EXPLANATION: I spent 4 years working on that book and movie I spoke of above while neglecting my websites and other creative interests. I started out using FB as a private way to stay in touch with friends and family and folks who buy stuff from me and are interested enough to help support and fund some of my ideas… I used Facebook to keep my name out there while I was publicly inactive.
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