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TAPKAE.com: 10 years on the interwebs!

2012 is here! It was just around the end of 2001 when the first live versions of TAPKAE.com were put up. I don't really have screenshots, but at first it was just a promo for the CD Receiving. Now instead of pitching the sale to all who enter my lair, I am able to offer the SoundCloud approach—all downloadable with liner notes and all, and the ability to comment on the audio itself. Nifty!

In the winter-spring of 2002, TAPKAE.com finally did appear in a pretty elaborate first incarnation, something that is rather embarrassing to think of now. But there you have it. Ten years of TAPKAE.com. It's moved from a pretty self indulgent promo for my recording to a pretty self indulgent record of my life and thoughts in a way I never ever anticipated. Consider it the full length version of my epitaph, suitable for those who are detail freaks.

Raison d'etre

I have found that the very feeling which has seemed to me most private, most personal, and hence most incomprehensible by others, has turned out to be an expression for which there is a resonance in many other people. It has led me to believe that what is most personal and unique in each one of us is probably the very element which would, if it were shared or expressed, speak most deeply to others.
—Carl Rogers

We may misunderstand, but we do not misexperience.
—Vine Deloria

Sunday
Dec172006

« Evil Men On The March »

DateSunday, December 17, 2006 at 11:32PM in , , , , , , , , , ,

the realtor's sign that I wrote a protest message on. The realtor's sign with my protest statement upon it for all to seeBad men steal home—
Makes life harder than it is
What more do they want?

Calsur eat my shit
Soulless absentee landlords
Thick as wicked thieve!

Assholes, pricks, landlords
Hard to discern the diff'rence
Landlords most worthless!

Suburbia's dead
Greed has met its match fine'ly
Manage this, fuckers!

Property value
Kills the family values
Family dead now!

Mike can fuck himself
Then he can count his bucks out
Get rich off mis'ry!

Broken family
Piece by piece by piece by piece
Property trumps all

I don't hate you dad
You will just die lonely, man
You stole my dear home

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