AFTERWORD / AFTERWARDS
represented a riposte to Oasis at Knebworth: a convocation of future-facing people blithely indifferent to Britpop.
Having said that, the internet did birth something that gave me a thrilling second taste of the same synergy between writers, and between writers and readers, that had fuelled the heyday of the print-and-paper weeklies. I'm talking about the blog scene of the 2000s. Here, it seemed to me, was the music press in exile, magically reconstituted online. Arguments raged, enthusiasms roiled, pretentiousness reigned supreme. As a blogger you were free to play games with structure and tone even more so than in the old-school weeklies. You could connect music to politics, philosophy, and all the other arts. You could wax theoretical or deeply personal. And the pace was even faster than the weekly rhythm of the music papers: with no intermediary editors, you responded to other bloggers' provocations in almost real-time, as I did with Mark Fisher's now legendary K-Punk blog among many others. Only downside: no pay, not even the measly word-rates offered by the inkies. So like a born-again fanzine writer, I blogged just for the pure love of it. And I still do, even though most of my first-wave contemporaries from the 2000s have moved on to other things.