As she sat at the table sipping her coffee, Jennifer overheard the small voice of her young daughter saying encouragingly, “Eat, Baby! Eat! Mmmm! Eat!” Feeling a slight pang of suspicion at the pleas, she turned around to see her tousle-headed two year old, seated Indian-style on the living room floor, feeding her pudgy infant sister bits of green playdough. …
I Don’t Have Fans, I Have a Listenership: The Complexities of an Artistic Demographic
I’ve never liked calling the people who love my music “fans.” That three-letter-word makes me think of those screaming hordes of ditsy girls who swooned over The Beatles. Fans buy stuff even if it’s crummy. Fans have crushes on celebrities they’ll probably never meet. Fans quote artists even if the quote is completely asinine. Fans get their butts autographed. Niki …
