SO! After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, including a brief period yesterday during which I seriously considered hunting down one specific "Customer Service" (SO airquoted) representative from my old web host and cutting his heart out with a pen knife, VOILA! Welcome to Sweetney 2.0, rev 3 (or whatever), now hosted on TypePad. I know, it doesn’t look much different. Which was kind of the point, actually.
But then, durr, why did I move to TypePad after four years of self-hosting, you ask? Isn’t that sort of a downgrade, you query? Am I just some kind of pussy, retreating to the confines of a managed host, you snort?
Yes. Yes I am.
Honestly, that’s not far from reality. Truth be told, over the past four years the back-end (heh, she just said "back-end") and behind-the-scenes tech shit I’ve had to deal with relative to running Sweetney has been MASSIVELY PAINFUL. For while it’s true that I’m geeky enough to enjoy code and design tweaking, increasingly I found that the amount of energy and time I was putting into that stuff was starting to eat into *actual writing* time. And increasingly this felt like a waste, and more frustrating than enjoyable. So why not simplify and streamline and cut out the techy BS so I can focus on my main goal: bringing delicious content (and contentment! because I’m concerned for YOUR happiness!) to you, the people? BINGO.
Massive shout-outs to my hero and savior Anil Dash for hand-holding me through some of yesterday’s migration, and Jonathan Schrieber from FM for holding my hand during the parts when Anil wasn’t. My palms are, indeed, sweaty with love for you both. Does that frighten you?
(by the by, y’all should make sure you have the right RSS feed for Sweetney, what with all these changes and stuff. The right feed is: http://feeds.sweetney.com/sweetney — update accordingly!)
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But before I go dunk my head in a celebratory vat of vodka, I need to attend to answering the following question for a little round-robin-type action Catherine and I cooked up:
"How (The Smiths, Nirvana, Debbie Gibson, *insert band name/artist here*) Changed My Life."
Pick whatever band, performing artist, one-hit wonder – even just a
single song, if you want – and write a post about how it moved / rocked
/ utterly transformed your adolescent / teenage / young-adult self.
I had a big long answer that involved lots of, you know, words and stuff. Words that described things. That were descriptive and imaginative and expressive and stuff. And then I decided to move my site and all four years of its content yesterday, so the words? They do not flow.
But I will say this: I know for certain that I would not be who I am today if it weren’t for The Smiths.
And I know that sounds stupid and cornball, but when I was 13 years old I heard their self-titled LP for the first time, and it was revelatory. Over the ensuing years, as I stumbled forward through my teens and my obsession with the band grew, their music expressed perfectly my feelings of strangeness and alienation, my sense of being an outsider and not fitting in. In many ways, The Smiths made me feel, for the first time in my life, that it was okay to be lonely.
And they opened up a new world of music to me: The Smiths begat The Cure, all the 4AD artists, Creation Records, and so on. The soundtrack to my youth began with them. And my sense of being so alone ended. Beautifully, Iike so:
What band, song, album, or artist changed YOUR life?
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Please to peruse more life-changing musical reminiscing at these fine Sweetney-approved sites:
Her Bad Mother: www.badladies.blogspot.com
Oh The Joys: www.othejoys.blogspot.com
Whoorl: www.whoorl.com
Mamalogues: www.mamalogues.com
Mrs. Flinger: www.mrs.flinger.us
IzzyMom: www.izzymom.com
Mom-101: Mom-101.blogspot.com
Girls Gone Child: www.girlsgonechild.blogspot.com





