Oh twitter and the negative comments we tweet …

SNL – holy shitcakes. went off great i thought. personally, i was just happy that my hands worked. its the most nervous i’ve felt in a while for sure. but all in all, we got positive reactions from the people we keep close, that would tell us if it sucked or it was the single greatest SNL performance ever or it was okay or whatever. everyone gave a massive thumbs up. smiles, shots of tequila, lunacy all followed. great night. in fact, one of my favorites in a long time.

but then there is thing called twitter.

i made the mistake of pulling out my phone, like the addict i am, immediately after performing the first of two songs on SNL last night. curiosity i guess, for the fan reactions, quality of sound, the inevitable red/orange commentary, etc . . . but mostly just because that’s what we do these days. a moment with nothing to say or do, reach for the iphone.

unfortunately the first comment i noticed was a weird comment from a follower who came off rather rude to me, asking if i would “try not to stay too long.” earlier in the week, i stood in for mickey in soundcheck, and the day we shot promos for SNL, and was then subjected to a list of concerned tweeters wondering where he was (he missed it due to flight complications if you were curious) . . . but he was there for the show. so i guess the tweeter was concerned about it.
well i retweeted the negative comment, and due to it, i received more comments than anything else i’ve ever tweeted. granted this is the M5 world, and fans are passionate, but i would like to share some thoughts, especially after talking with PJ about it.

its the first real negative tweet aimed at me, so i reacted with a comment-less retweet because it seemed so ridiculous that i thought it would be entertaining. and i’ve seen james do it a few times. something ridiculous enters your cyber world, let other people make their comments. let it just bounce off like the hard shell we are supposed to have.
what followed was more than i bargained for. the majority of comments were positive encouragement. a sense of belonging. what i was hoping for, i guess. but what scared me was the occasional brutal attack directed at the tweeter. nasty comments that were unnecessary (“fat bitch” was one of them – really?), and made me realized the mistake i had made.

the tweeter almost immediately apologized, admitting it came off rude, and its gone. done. forgotten. but . . .

there are a few things i would like to say about this . . .

1) i try (or will try) to never tweet or comment or reply or say anything that i wouldn’t say directly to anyone’s face. i think its a good rule of thumb. while i was momentarily hurt by a silly little comment which i later realized was coming from a good place and was just a little lost in translation, the attacks on this tweeter were far worse. as our interactions get more and more digitized, more and more distant, more and more seemingly consequence free, please remember, you are “talking” to a human being. not a computer. we tend to forget this. i do all the time.

2) i think the reason it struck a chord with me, this little tweet, is because i’ve known these guys as long as i’ve known anybody in my life . . . my phantom planet band members, my oldest friends. we are talking 20 years at this point. we all grew up together in LA. played shows as teenagers. toured together. we lived in the same households. i still have the Kara’s Flowers’ first demo on a goddam cassette. i’ve written with, produced for, supported in any way i can. i am not an imposter, and for a second there, one little tweet made me feel like i was. which is ridiculous.

3) whatever. Happy thanksgiving. Eat stuff.

4) i’m Sam

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