March 29, 2010

Who Am I?

I am about to commence activities on another project. This is for an entertainment website which is starting up in May. I will be the NY music dude (dude? what is this 1970?). No pay, but this is (supposedly) a somewhat high profile gig (or so the rose colored glasses they made me wear make it seem).

My dilemma is this: I have to be somewhat "nice" on this new site. As it is targeted to be a money making proposition, with actual funding and an "llc" in it's moniker, I cannot be the snarky, hostile, nasty little monkey I am on this here personal site. I can be a bit mean, but the site is trying to get advertising, etc.

Hey, I don't mind writing that way. After all, I have this creative outlet to spew my venom, no need to distribute the wealth. And if I can get some free shwag and get into some shows (and get Princess Nomad into some stuff as well), then whutdafuk.

Of course, if you've been playing at home, you should have figgered out long ago that Nazz Nomad is not the name on my income tax returns. It's a cyber-name. Yeah, I know. No shit, Sherlock.

But I can't really use Nazz Nomad, since it's linked with this site. I have my rock n roll name, which is not used here (I actually first starting using it 20 years ago, when I was in the porn industry). Ironically, many of my friends know me by that name and use it as my nickname for the most part. I certainly am not going to use my real name, since my actual birth given name is as pure as the driven snow as far as the 'net.

So, I guess I will use my rock n roll name.

You folks, just keep calling me Nazz. And step away from my beer.


Jon said...

I fucked up enough of those deals that I realized that I was better off without them. These days, being a polite old fuck, I graciously decline. Long, long ago I was asked to guest DJ at "New Wave Night" at some bar. I showed up and tried to play something by Throbbing Gristle followed by "Good Year For The Roses" by George Jones. I was asked to leave the DJ booth immediately. As was my habit at the time, I was drunk as hell. I called the club owners and resident DJ a bunch of corny assholes and staggered off.
They were OK people really, but they were trying to run a business, not test the limits of artistic discourse.
In my experience it is better to keep work and pleasure separate. I'm just not that nice.

Longy said...

Sell Out! :-)

Jon said...

And about selling out, I can't tell you how many times I wished someone would buy me out.

valis said...

Good luck & best wishes with your third-or fourth, identity!

Trip Inside This House

Nazz Nomad said...

so far, not so bad. a couple of news blips on some guy from the wu-tang clan and ozzy. and i am doing a feature on joey ramone's brothers' book "i slept with joey ramone".