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My brain just came up with the backronym 'Vagina Penis Network' for VPN and I think in light of the OSA, that's what I'm going to call it forever

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Hey folks! You probably heard that Discord is speeding up toward enshittification (if not, long story short: public company soon), and maybe you've been wanting out. (You probably *should* at least create a plan B asap even if you go on using Discord as your "main base", just to be safe.)

We did a bit of research with a friend and tested the two most popular alternatives (Matrix/Element and Revolt), here's the write-up of our tests and opinions: https://legaosaure-stuff.neocities.org/DiscordAltTestsEN.html

We did our best to keep it focused on what a not especially techie Discord user would feel useful, and we hope it can help people feel more at ease with at least one option! Feel free to share around =)

(Also feel free to reach out if you find typos, broken links, or outright mistakes. We did our best but it's more than one paragraph of writing so there's probably something ^^)

#discord #matrix #element #revolt

Who of you is doing Strava/Komoot on ActvityPub ? Or is there already a thing ?

Heads up- we’ll be making a major security release for Sharkey later today (between 1745780400 and 1745787600) in coordination with Iceshrimp and Misskey. Please make sure to update your instances as soon as possible.

On the outside maybe you do like the other do so you be called normal. But when in your own room when no one watching you can do anything you like, wear anything you want, or just be your self without anyone judging you. Because your own room is your small kingdom

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Bin ja gerade in #Japan.
Meine Bilder habe ich unter diesem Link parat.
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The other day, I was listening to an interview of the lead singer-songwriter of a hugely successful band (that I had never heard of, see below), during which he described the difference in his view between a hobbyist and an artist.

The gist of his point was this: hobbyists mainly engage in their hobby for fun, while artists make art because they have to, are compelled to, even though making art is often an extremely fraught and painful and laborious process riddled with angst, thankfully interspersed with moments of exhilaration.

This struck a chord with me, and got me thinking (again) about the whole notion of what it means to be a “real artist” and more specifically, a “professional artist” or musician.

In a market-driven economy where you have to have something to sell in order to literally not die, it’s hard to separate making art from the problem of staying alive making a living.

And so the public, and even artists themselves, tend to think an artists’ worth is measured in sales.

Which is obviously bullshit.

Because the percentage of artists who make a decent living from their art has always been tiny. In the olden pre-internet days for instance, bands used to make pennies on the dollar on record sales, and only once they’d paid off the recording studio and marketing costs fronted by the record labels.

Musicians who have the drive and stamina to find gigs (if they actually can or want to gig in the first place), market promote themselves online and IRL, make throwaway TikTok videos and/or sell merch (no comment) in order to eke out a living are worthy of admiration and praise for their dedication and perseverance, but those activities have nothing to do with making art, and everything to do with not starving to death.

Hopefully, you’ll agree with the following claims: 

• There are tons of “great artists” you have never heard of (see above), sometimes because they toil in total obscurity. 
• All of the artists you love and admire were once one of them. 
• There are maybe a few true, once in a lifetime “geniuses” out there that we don’t know about because they aren’t geniuses at self-promotion, or are busy herding sheep or harvesting rice or moving furniture or selling truffles*. 
• When it comes to emerging from obscurity, inspiration and perspiration count, but probably not nearly as much as sheer luck (as in when and where you were born and in what milieu, and as in pure serendipity). 

It follows that there is absolutely no difference in terms of artistic worth between an artist who makes a living from their art and an artist who makes a living doing something else.

None. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

You can be a hobbyist with or without a day job, but having a day job doesn’t make you a hobbyist.

Being forced to find a day job sucks, the day job may also suck, and even if it doesn’t, it steals time and energy away from making art which definitely sucks, but that says everything about the society we live in, and absolutely nothing about the artist or their art.

Children create art with a passion and without compensation, beyond the feedback they crave, because their basic needs are provided for.

In a post-capitalist solarpunk utopia (or think Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Dispossessed, or Star Trek), an artist would be someone who chooses to devote most of their free time and energy to making art, without worrying about food and shelter (or Klingons).

Or as Oscar Wilde put it:

A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse.

Useless isn’t a pejorative. It’s a badge of honor. It’s what makes art special.

And to keep rolling with Oscar’s metaphor, you could say that an artist with a day job is a gardener with a day job, while a “professional artist” is a gardener whose day job is working as a florist. I really have a hard time seeing a meaningful difference, even if both arrangements have particular pros and cons. Some “professional artists” will be full-time, full-blown horticulturists or even farmers who have to cultivate (at least in part) whatever will keep their business afloat, while artists with a day job can tend to their flower beds or vegetable gardens without any such market pressure, time and energy permitting of course.

Don’t get me wrong: it took decades of music-making for me to get rid of my imposter syndrome and to be able to call myself an artist without adding air quotes, even though (or maybe because) I never dreamed of fame and glory.

So, freed at last from market-induced imposter syndrome, but not from the need to survive, the one extracurricular activity that artists probably should be involved in, is educating the music-loving public: 

• So they stop confusing fame or notoriety with artistic merit. 
• So they stop valuing quantity (of sales, views, plays, followers, etc.) over quality. 
• So they stop seeing indie artists specifically as “mere hobbyists” who make “amateur” and presumably crappy art (do I actually need to convince anybody that there’s plenty of crappy “professional” art out there?). 
• And ultimately, so they come to realize that indie artists are in fact the cool kids on the block 😎. 

This is a cultural battle, that can be won, collectively, because the tools and infrastructure and public do exist to circumvent toxic intermediaries.

Only then will music lovers be able to entertain the notion of supporting indie artists directly on fair platforms in sufficiently large numbers to make it possible for a lot more artists to make a modest living, or at least enjoy a fancy meal once in a while.

*After finishing the first draft of this post and while searching for a link to the story about how John Cage financed his music-making by finding and selling truffles, I stumbled on this fabulous article that I had totally forgotten about (and had I remembered it, I probably wouldn’t have bothered writing this one 😅) and which I heartily recommend: Lifers, Dayjobbers, and the Independently Wealthy: A Letter to a Former Student by Max Alper.

#article #FairTradeMusic #ImposterSyndrome #IndieMusic