Do you remember the first time you ever read r4nt? I do. I remember because it was the original issue, and it wasn’t even live on the internet yet. It was forged in a small town house on the south west side of Calgary, and it sure didn’t seem like something that would last as long as it has.
When Dave originally asked me about his idea for the site, I thought it was good, but I remember saying, OUT LOUD, that I didn’t think there was enough content. “What would we even write about?” I asked. Looking back at the skein of whole thing, I find that first notion so absolutely ridiculous that it borders on making me look stupid. We’ve covered a lot of ground in four and a half years. FOUR AND HALF YEARS. That’s a long bloody time. I can look back at the pieces and actually chart a path of my life from my own work and those that surrounded it. I can see the beautiful evolution of the look and feel of the site, and I can feel the sense of pride and community that comes from what has been put together.
You’re all very lucky. Not because you get to read me, god, you should all feel permanently dirty after reading my submissions; you should feel lucky that this medium exists, and you should be cursed for not taking advantage of it more often. When I think about the fact that I can come up with any hair brained scheme, any wild imagining, or any bizarre thesis and have it published for a large base of people to enjoy and comment on, I wonder how Dave isn’t assaulted every month with submissions. I want to read about anything ANY of you out there have to write about. I’ve truly ranted about things that couldn’t possibly interest most of you, and yet the numbers seem to show interest. I want to reciprocate.
I want to read about milk coming out of your nose in the middle of a meeting. I want to see a detailed breakdown, with pie charts, of how much of your time is spent making paper airplanes versus writing up bogus memos. We have nothing but freedom here, on this medium. There is no censor, no committee against us, and no one to do anything more hurtful then Judge us harshly and reveal their own stupidity and weakness. In the realm of “Online” we are Avatars and Gods, with nothing to limit our capacity to create then the bandwidth allotment allowed by your ISP, and we optimize our stuff :D . I want you to remember reading the first r4nt with YOUR name printed on something, that hot flush you get the feeling of knowing that people are not only interacting with your work but enjoying it, praising it, even hating it. You evoked emotion and stimulus from everyone “out there”. I can never be paid for this work.
I thought a year ago when I left my job that I wanted to get out there and become a genuine “Writer”. When I looked at everything I’d done I realized that I wasn’t aspiring to write. I just was. It isn’t on paper in stores across the country. It’s online across the GLOBE. Anyone anywhere sees this work, and they get a new shot of it every month, or every few days if they choose to. The blog, the forums, all of these are here to create more then any one book or person can give you. We’re here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and you can come on board just by saying something, even (and sometimes especially) something pointless. This is our continuum, our heaven, our easel and studio, and you’re invited to create here.
- First R4NT
- by Crom
- Published on December 1st, 2005
More from Crom:
The rampant gambling infection, in every nook and cranny, lends some seediness to places that would be alright, if they didn’t have some vacant eyed grandma, blowing her life savings, sitting right next to you..
Chris Gheran & The Graveyard Gang
A rainbow sprang forth from the speakers, and made it possible for me to again believe that solid tunes can be produced not only in our day and age, but in our area code as well.
Do you remember the first time you ever read r4nt? I do. I remember because it was the original issue, and it wasn’t even live on the internet yet..
An Open Letter of Apology to My Parents
I’m sorry i threw up on the upstairs carpet. I didn’t intend to puke all over the rug, it just happened, i was 9, cut me some slack, please.
Playing into their hands
…These radio stations could air their DJ’s making farting noises all day long and there’s Sweet Fuck All that we could do about it…
The former Soviet Union was right. Americans are fat… and stupid. They are decadent, and wasteful. I’m certain however, that the same could be said for many nations and peoples..
Other recent features:
Sónar 2010 – Barcelona, Spain
The festival attracts a lot of outsiders, but the Mediterranean, Spanish and more specifically Catalan nature of the people makes the festival what it is. Catalan people are passionate and this passion is infectious. The atmosphere is electric in Barcelona as a city and heightened by music and intoxicants at Sónar.
Summer Party Naval Styles at Seven RestoLounge
Oysters, like wine are affected by terroir and these Miyagi’s flavor profiles ranged with one showing a cleaner, almost tropical profile and the other being more salty, marine driven. As I was devouring the seemingly endless plates put in front of us, I sipped on a glass of fine sauvignon blanc.
R4NT Radio March 2010
R4NT Radio March 2010 um wow it’s been far too long since the last edition edition, featuring: Hector Hernandez, The Infesticons, Blockhead, Gramatik, Emika, Thunderheist, Parov Stelar, Eddy Meets Yannah, Anti-Pop Consortium, The Slew, Lighterthief, Andreya Triana, Parasyte Woman, Mathon, Venetian Snares, and Funki Porcini.
O Restaurant & Lounge revisited
Calgary has a diverse set of urban communities, most of which have the ubiquitous strip mall watering hole. In the South West community of Marda Loop, a reinvention of this paradigm has been established.
Predictions 2010.. and beyond!
So 2010 eh? Almost but not quite (no year zero they say) another decade? It seems like just yesterday that the world was waiting for Y2K. R4NT started publishing in March 2001, so we’re not quite 10 years old yet, but in internet years we are already a senior citizen.
No matter what, the reality of Nelson Mandela is something that deserves screen time. Should this film even remotely intrigue the masses to take interest in this figure, the world would likely benefit greatly from it.