The first video from MC Frontalot's seventh album, Net Split. https://frontalot.com/download-store.html LYRIC: Sometimes I wish I loved you Sometimes I don’t know what to do Sometimes I look back on our earliest love affairs: I had so many hairs, and you were made of everyone everywhere. Or so I imagined! Actually, just a bunch of me-types, typing into MUD games, geeking on the weeknights, hunting drug recipe text files with a Gopher client. (You’re supposed to be studying, oh no, but you’re so defiant.) It was giant Usenet porn, over the dialup, over the rickety PBX which might go silent. Internet was precious to me, and it remains so. But it isn’t like in early days. The achy pains grow ever more insistent, they get inside my melon. They tell me pretty subtly (I mean, besides the yelling) that I don’t love you any more, internet. You used to be a safe home for my nerd heart and my intellect. Now you’ve got so much hate that you’ve just got to interject. Now you’ve got too many chefs up in your kitchenette. Sometimes I’m overjoyed this thing got democratized. Anybody with a pocket phone can lend a voice against those who talk the lies. Don’t need to know how the packets work or any server’s status, just click the big user-friendly button that fills my heart with gladness. And stop pressing the one that posts your unrelenting wackness. Yeah, I know how to mute and unfriend (even got some practice), but how exactly is one supposed to mute the fact that a tenth of our netizens when offered the chance to shit on anything pull down pants without hesitance, without any sense of justice, pathos, kindness, or decency? Now having to listen to assholes is half of what online means to me. And it seems to be this isn’t brand new. Some people have always sucked. More trolls per capita, probably: 1989 CompuServe. But! These days, it’s like all the worst people on earth formed a club just to light ugliness up and take one drag and proceed to stub it out in my eye by way of my once-beloved internet. Could a solution lurk that hasn’t been discovered in it yet? CREDITS: Director - Max Isaacson Editor - Michael Immerman Choreographer - Joshua Carlson Costume Designer - Elly Glavich Production Designer - Gina DeVivo Director of Photography - Vincent Patin 1st AC - Dijon Herron Gaffer - Shane O'Connor Dancers: Annie Newton and Cory Scanlan Vocals: MCF Drums: Sturgis Cunningham http://sturgiscunningham.com Flute: Matt Steckler https://www.mattystecks.com/ Special thanks: Adam Kurland, Matt Wyatt, Jason Scott, and the LAFD who had to come tell us not to use all seven smoke machines at once. Published by Nerdcore Fervor Conglomerated (ASCAP). (C)2019 by MC Frontalot for Level Up Records & Tapes