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The Media Bubble - Burst
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A friend once told me that the best way to subvert a movement is from the inside. At the time I wondered if he'd recently received a blow to the head. This was until I found myself propping up the bar at a backstage media party/do/bash/freebie last night.
I wanted to find out what lurks beneath this insular world hidden away behind the fences, the trucks and the security guards. As It soon became abundantly clear, it is bogus world of starved egos, temper tantrums, self indulgence and banality. I feel it is my duty to blow the whistle on this blaggers-only party.
As I walked into the tent, the first thing that struck me was the Are you somebody famous? stare. Everybody mooching around at the bar and on the dancefloor gives you a single glance, and if you're a 'nobody' you won't get a second. The fact of the matter is, I didn't see a single bonafide celebrity in the place all night, but still a media feeding-frenzy ensued.
This was little more than a clique. This clique has a uniform; The mobile phone in hand, Trendy sunglasses despite it being night time, immaculate and expensive designer labels fresh from the hotel. These people are pretenders. Weekend hippies, living a fabricated lifestyle. The Kitsch to be cool.
I've never been to a pushier bar, felt such a hostile atmosphere, seen so many snears and heard such inane conversations about nothing. What annoyed me most is that this party, designed to do nothing more than get media types loaded on beer and whatever else, is funded by you, the music paper and record buying public. You'll never hear the truth about what goes on backstage because the people who are invloved within it write about it. It is self-perpetuating.
This was not about journalism, this was about greed. Don't believe the hype.
Phil Jones
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