LoopMachine:

This is great.

I don't understand it as well as I might, but really did 'dig' it as I think you young people say.


Wii Loop Machine 2.0 :: Sampling! from The Amazing Rolo on Vimeo.

I came across it after following a link on upcoming.org.

Rolo, who you see in the film, is going to be at, but I assume not performing, at the Guardian Weekly Tech podcast tomorrow, which is being recorded in Edinburgh. (About 50 geeky/techie/Social media type have signed up to come along.)

Should be a 'blast', (which I'm told is another expression you young web people use all the time?)

Jim, from LaBanda is also threatening to bring along a hi-tech musical saw player from South America.

All of which brings to mind Russell's interesting gigs. (Without the badges.)

Twitter. Quality not quantity ?:

Recently I've been getting into Twitter more and more, after a somewhat slow start on my part.

And without really thinking too hard about it, imagined it was/is a really 'big-deal' in the social space.

However, I was amazed to see just how few people are using it, compared to the mainstream social networks.

I was a big fan/advocate for FaceBook when it really took off mid-last year. (But soon realised the error of my ways. Ruefully realising that at my age I couldn't blame it on youthful enthusiasm.)

But as Russell Davies put so well in a Campaign article a while back, folk in our game 'have to jump on every bandwagon that comes along' to figure out what it's all about.

Anyway, back to Twitter, take a guess at how many people are using it in your own town? Go own you lazy monkey, think of a number. Now go and search name/location at the top of Twitter, I think you'll be surprised.

I looked up Edinburgh, the numbers where waaaay below what I'd expected. London too. And when compared to FaceBook usage it's little more than a beautifully formed drop in a big messy Ocean. (I had a bit of a poke around Twitter user stats for Edinburgh and found lots of protected updates and a big chunk of users who hadn't posted at all in yonks. But my number crunching/analysis was/is hardly scientific let me hasten to add.)

However, I do think that Twitter punches way above it's weight, will grow dramatically and encourage some cracking spin-offs.

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It wasn't like that in my day:

I was lucky enough to get myself on the D&AD Copy jury a few years ago.

It was all very gentlemanly, (and gentlewomanly of course, Barbara Noakes was on it.) And all Smoked Salmon Sandwiches, with Chablis as chilled as the judges.

Larry Barker was there too, and the unflappable Malcolm Duffy. (I forget who else. I'm getting on a bit, and can't be arsed going over to my bookshelf and finding the Annual in question. Late 90's sometime.)

Anyhow, I just saw this great shot (Flotograph?), of a judging session from Flo's blog, (he was doing website jury service this week.)

How times have changed. (Good to see the preponderance of Steve Jobsean black turtle necks too. But there aren't half as many 'ironic' Threadless T's as I'd been led to imagine those young digital folk wear.)

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(You can click the shot to enlarge it. Oh, you know the drill.)

The Loren and Shel Show. Day One:

Don't know if you've been following the less than amicable exchanges between Loren Feldman and Shel Israel over the last month or so.

It's not so much Silicon Valley Flame War, more like Whitehall Farce. More barefaced slanging-match than Naked Conversation.

It's a belter, and I've been meaning to write about it for a while. But I saw Johnnie Moore tweet it earlier and it kind of reminded me to post.

As best I can tell the video below was the first salvo. But the thing has just unfolded in an incredible fashion.

Not so much Greek Tragedy more American Sitcom. (That's enough dodgy metaphors Mike. You're beginning to sound uncomfortably like the Bearded Prophet. Ed.)