A note for Bill Hick’s fans, this isn’t a post about Bill may he R.I.P. (or rant and rail as he sees fit).
Klep (and others for that matter) questioned my tone the other day and my reply was that I wrote in my voice. I knew what I meant but was grasping for ways to illustrate my point.
That was until Monday while listening to a 2 hour long Joe Rogan Experience podcast when the subject of Bill Hicks came up.
Taking a dump
For those of you unaware of Bill Hicks he was a comedian from the U.S. bible belt with decidedly un-bible belt material.
One of the things they touched on in the podcast was Bill’s ability to clear the audience from a room.
Where some comedians would be pleasantly funny enough to maintain a room, others mediocre, but not so bad as to encourage you to leave your seat (pfft, it will be over soon), Bill cleared rooms.
You either loved or hated Bill’s style, his subject matter and his perspective.
The example in the podcast was him performing to a room of about 200 people. About 1/2 way through a 2 minute simulation of him “taking a dump” (there is a short version off the joke in the YouTube clip above), the majority of people got up and left the room.
What was left was about 50 audience and a handful of comedians laughing their heads off.
He was left with his true audience, his true believers. People to whom he didn’t have to make apologies, people that loved what he did.
Really there is only one comparison you can make between Bill and I (except that you may find either or both of us offensive).
He spoke with his voice.
I write with my voice.
I’m not alone in this, hopefully the majority of us that blog are writing in our voice, not a voice that panders to our perceived notion of what our readers want to read.
You start pandering to what you think your audience wants and you are left with nothing but Australian politics.
Rivs is a writer that I have at times been in heated disagreement with. Many people find the pictures of semi-naked women that begin most of his posts offensive. I on the other hand squirm knowing he’s catching my attention with shemales (not there’s anything wrong with that). To be honest, I prefer that to scary real life shots of him…
However you feel about Rivs, he writes, he posts, in his voice. At the end of the day, while we may disagree on somethings, many things, I love his blogging voice and so I read him, skipping the odd post or statement because we have had those discussions in the past and agreed to disagree.
I loved them too… I dearly loved them and will miss them till I am rolling in my grave burning from the fires of hell.
It’s not all about content
As a general rule I don’t care so much about the topic of a post. Guides may have me flick past, raid updates usually leave me dead bored, achievement post, even blog milestone posts often leave me hitting delete in my feed reader, even from my very favorite of bloggers.
What counts to me is the voice with which the post is written. I know I have often received comments along the lines of…
I don’t have a Mage, I hate the alliance (particularly Gnomes), I don’t PvP, in fact we have absolutely nothing in common. I read you because I like the way you write.
It’s the same for me when reading other’s posts.
- Too me wishy-washy is worse than badly written.
- Passive will make the most exciting moment for you, the most dull for me.
Writing from my black heart
Navimie is trying to tell me I write from my brain, but I know that while my brain may guide my fingers to type, it’s my heart that forms the words to be written.
I have spoken recently of LinkLove and LinkHate. Not of LinkLike and LinkDisagree. This is because I am passionate, my voice is passionate. It’s full of love and joy for all that is or could be good in the world, or it is filled with what pisses me off.
I’m not passive-aggressive in my writing. If I have a beef with you, you will know, here on the front page of my blog, not in the back rooms of twitter. But then it’s the same if I love you.
So when I speak of hate, I don’t mean hatred, I mean a strong passion of and maybe for disagreement. I mean I don’t take a maybe-yeah or a maybe-no position. If I say yes, I mean yes. If I say no, well you know how that turns out.
I know I clear feed readers. I know that there are people out there that dislike my voice, dislike my posts.
I also know that there are some, maybe only a few when all is said and done, that come to hear my voice whether it’s about my soggy cornflakes or destroying the Horde (my enemies, replace with yours).
In this world of choices, where for many the decision to get out of bed in the morning is the most daunting choice around, we all, you and I, have the choice whether to read or not read what another writes.
- You may choose to read me, or not.
- You may choose to agree with me, or not.
- You may choose to comment, to blog post a retort, or neither of the above.
- You may choose to love or to hate me, for one post or for all.
They are your choices, just as it is my choice to post in my voice.
I love Klep, we have been friends for a long time. Whether I have truly offended him or not. Whether he now hates me, or not. Whether he continues to read me, or not, we will both be true to ourselves for we have spoken and made choices.
The same is true for every reader that ever has or ever will pass by the Home of the Gnome.
Remember folks, my door is always open, either going or coming, it’s your choice (even the choice of slamming it on the way out).
If you want to know more about Bill Hicks then a good place to start is The American: the Bill Hicks Story.
I cried through this more than I did through E.T. despite recent suggestions that E.T. and I might be involved in some kind of conspiracy, which may or may not involve some very reasonably priced Real Estate.
Gnomer and Out!
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