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Some time ago I had the idea to do a sort of musical parody tribute to the old forum, but that never materialised. Just wasn't actually that interested in it. Today I envisioned this as a thread asking why Music Banter fell apart, and to be fair, that question will form the central theme of this thread. But as I worked on it, it became clear to me that the potential existed to instead look back at my time, and the time of those who were there with me, on what was for me the first real forum I joined, or felt a part of.
For over 10 years Music Banter was not only my home, the place where I made friends and where I could explore and share my creativity, it was, during the bad times, a shelter, a place of refuge, almost a sanctuary. Of course, it was only a forum, but then, what's a forum? Answer: a computer-generated series of codes and algorithms that present a framework, but nothing more. True answer: a forum is the people who, well, people it. There are plenty of dead forums strung out all over the web, places where either people never joined or where it didn't get as busy as the founder(s) had hoped, or places where the members all moved on, and left the place to gather cyber-cobwebs. To a large degree, the latter is how Music Banter ended up, but for a long time - a lot longer than I was there for - it seems to have been one of the premier music forums on the internet. It came up first in a lot of Google searches, and while it couldn't boast thousands or even hundreds of members, the core membership was pretty solid, and we would get new people coming and often staying.
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I joined originally in 2008, but this was one of my first real forums at the time. I'd contributed to things like Digital Spy and maybe Sky forums, but only in a very general way. MB was the first place where I truly interacted with people on more than one thread and for more than one purpose - usually I'd go to say DS to discuss some programme I'd seen or whatever - and where, for want of another phrase, I began to put down roots. It didn't last long. My skin was a whole lot thinner back then and after some particularly hurtful remarks I packed my bags and fled whimpering. It would be another three years before I would finally grow a pair, gird my lions, then retreat scratched and bloody out of the lion cage, reread the instructions and instead grid my loins (even more painful!) then finally gird my loins (never good to go into any fight with your loins ungirded, take it from me!) and return to do battle.
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Once I realised a simple truth - don't be a fucking pussy and give as good as you get (alright, two simple truths) - I found most people easier to get on with. I actually made real friends, and the ones who annoyed me or had upset me and caused me to leave in 2008 were dealt with by playing them at their own game. Oh yes: Trollheart 2011 was a whole different animal to Trollheart 2008, but that's genetic experimentation for you. Anyway, with my new skin intact insults no longer bothered me and I shot my own back. Well that sounds weird! No, I don't mean I shot myself in the back (if such a thing is physically possible without some seriously freaky richochet!) - I mean I hurled the insults back. It didn't always work, but it did more often than it didn't, and it probably helped me too that for probably a year or more after my return I spent little time out in "gen-pop" and remained in the journals section, writing and posting and fuming about images that were too big, and trying to get YouTube links to work, and demanding comments, and holding my breath till I turned blue, then realising nobody cared and I couldn't force comments that way, plotting my bloody revenge and doing all the sort of stuff you do in the journals section. Eventually I poked my head out of my refuge and tentatively took steps out into the light, and began to join in on threads not connected to my journals, and so became a proper, contributing member, and in time, I think (I hope) a valued one.
Like I say, times were hard. Most of you know of the time I spent caring for my sister Karen, and when the storm was darkest and I had for instance left her in Beaumont Hospital and wended my weary way home after a day of trying to keep her entertained and upbeat (with little to be upbeat about) it was to Music Banter I turned. Not that I mean I moaned about my day (I did) but just talking to the people there who had become my friends helped in ways I could not have expected it would. I had, and have, no real friends now in real life. My best friend died in 1987 and of the three other people I could count as proper friends, one emigrated to the USA, one moved down to Wexford I think and I just lost touch with the third. I had my friends in work, but as I had left in 2009 to care for Karen full-time, they weren't in contact much. My family had mostly deserted me and my parents were both dead (one dead to me, the other literally passed away), with just my aunt, who was my rock, left. She would pass in 2017, leaving me pretty much alone.
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I took several sabbaticals from MB but I always came back. Sometimes it was due to pressure of work, sometimes I had been pushed too far by someone (cough) Frownland (cough) and no longer wanted to be there. But like a strong elastic tied to my waist, I always found myself dragged, Michael Corleone - like, back to the place. It's not really too much of an overstatement to say that, without MB to turn to (or, I should say, the people in it) I would have had a far harder time getting through what I endured. I made good friends there, some of whom are now here. And I lost good friends there too.
So what happened? We always thought that MB would last forever. Absolute bullshit. We knew it wouldn't, but we expected that its demise would come about by physical means, which is to say, the server would be shut off or someone would notice they weren't making money out of this comparatively small site, and shut it down. Which was, mostly, why SCD was born. But in the end, Music Banter is still here, even if it is now a shell of its former self, a ghost town where the spirits of former posters wander disconsolately, vainly asking if anyone can tell them what they did with their day today, or wants to discuss the ramifications on The Fall of Mark E. Smith's death? People still post there, sure, and some of them are what you might call, kindly, MB veterans, but mostly it's new people who are sort of flailing around blindly, not realising that they've stumbled onto the internet or forum equivalent of an old American mining town: used to be heaving with life and promise for the future, but then the gold or silver ran out and now there's nothing there but bones and the keening of the wind. And no, that's not a plug for my soon-to-be-posted article on The California Gold Rush in my American West journal (yes it is). Ahem. Anyway, these mining towns of which I speak. Nothing happens there, and in some ways you might almost compare it to a patient with PVS; they're there, they're alive, but they really may as well not be, not meaning to trivialise the condition of course. But really, in terms of activity, MB is just eking out its final days, waiting for someone to pull the plug.
So again I ask: what happened? Nobody turned out the lights from the point of view of the owners. They don't know or care, but for them Westworld is still running, even if nothing much happens there anymore. But we, who have been there, who have been the beating heart of the place, know that it's finished. In this thread I'm going to try to retrace the history of the forum - from the time I was there of course - to see what exactly were the factors that led to its being more or less abandoned by us all. Could it have been saved? Did we jump too soon, or was the ship already below the waterline before we made our escape? And what of those we left behind? Those who didn't or couldn't come with us? Linking in somewhat with my thread "People You Miss From Music Banter", I'm going to, if I can, provide little sketches of those people, and recall both the good and the bad times that made up a place we all - or most of us - once called home.
Feel free to join me for the ride, whether it's a bumpy one down Memory Lane or an interesting and fresh chauffeur-driven one that provides new insights into a place you've heard mentioned here a lot, but never seen with your own eyes, never experienced. Comments, contributions and debate, memories and stories all welcome.
Or just sit back and reminisce.
First, let me take you back to where it all began, at least for me. A time when I was a year away from taking redundancy, a time when we had cats in the house and the shock of 9/11 was slowly fading away as America elected its first - and so far, only - black president, and a time before Karen got really sick.
The year was 2008, and I was three months into my 45th year on this planet.
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When Chula posted a pic of his daughter and encouraged us to wank over her 😯
@Jwb: "Be honest Chula would you smash?" 😯😂
God yes, and when he started a journal on his son's mental health problems without even asking him!
To be fair, his daughter was hot.
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Quote from: Trollheart on Mar 19, 2025, 11:19 PMGod yes, and when he started a journal on his son's mental health problems without even asking him!
To be fair, his daughter was hot.
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So you accepted the challenge then.
Quote from: jimmy jazz on Mar 19, 2025, 11:21 PMSo you accepted the challenge then.
Challenge? I don't think I was in any position to take up any challenge. Besides, so far, thinking is not a crime.
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Chapter I: And so it begins: Into the Banterverse
I don't know about you guys, but I know that when I stumbled across Music Banter I was not in the market for a new forum, new friends or new ideas. I had a product to sell. Not literally, but I did have a concept I wanted to try out. Some stupid game with samples of music which had to be identified. Can't remember what it was called: maybe something like "Stupid game with samples of music which had to be identified." No, that wasn't it. Not snappy enough. "Sections"? "Fragments"? "Snippets"? Something like that anyway. So my reasons were selfish and self-centred, but like any newbie trying to truck his wares (and believe me, jamming a bunch of lycanthropes into a pickup is not recommended!) I was very quickly slapped down and told that my attempt was seen as spam, which indirectly it was. Undeterred, I began to look around this strange and wondrous new place with the slack-jawed gaze of the tourist from Nowheresville USA arriving in New Yawk, and after getting metaphorically beaten up having wandered down the wrong dark alley (those guys in the hip-hop sub forum did not like progheads!) I stumbled into the niche which would be my home for the next few years, the members journals section.
Having got the gist of what I could do, I set to work with my very first journal, which I called The Playlist of Life. In this I wrote album reviews, and slowly branched out into other areas, such as "The Secret Life of the Album Cover" (resurrected recently here), "Taking Centre Stage", where I featured a specific artist, and "Trollheart's Handy Guide to 20th Century Technology." I was, I think, the first person to use graphics in a journal other than just images of bands or albums, though it was over a month before anyone posted a comment, apart from two very helpful replies to queries I had right at the beginning. But the first person to respond to my actual writing was a member called Non Submissive Wife, who later changed her username to the easier to write NSW (which kinda made me think of Not Suitable for Work), and her comment was positive, which always helps.
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But before anyone thinks I'm going to reel off a long list of the things I wrote in my journal, fear not. I'm not quite that self-absorbed. It's just to illustrate how I originally approached the forum. After a while, as I say, I did venture out, and though it's hard to remember now - hard to remember what I did last week, never mind fourteen years ago! - I think the first place I headed to was the Lounge, because why not after all? That was where you could discuss anything; it didn't have to be music-related, and there weren't any real rules as such. Of course, it was also the place where you could really cut the drama with a knife, and back then there was a lot of drama. And the thing about drama is this: it's a whole lot easier to deal with, to understand and even to take part in - or avoid - if you're familiar with all the players. But I, of course, was not. I was in some ways like a guy who walks in to the cinema halfway through the movie. Clever, sharp little retorts were being thrown back and forth, references made that had no significance to me, past members spoken of and veiled (and not so veiled) insults shot from one side of a thread to the other like thunderbolts being exchanged by gods I could never hope to even understand, never mind join.
Not that, I should stress, I saw anyone as a god (though some of them certainly saw themselves as such), but to use another metaphor, it was like going to a party where everyone knows everyone else, and you know nobody. Sure, you may get someone who'll take interest in you and introduce you, but more than likely you'll be left standing in a corner, or sitting on a sofa, sipping a drink you don't really want, occasionally forcing a laugh at jokes you don't understand, and wondering to yourself what in the hell you are doing there in the first place? My first real guide, the first person who took pity on me as a newcomer and tried to help me navigate the stormy sea of personalities, egos and prejudices was also the first to welcome me back after my hissy fit in 2008, and the first one to really get on my tits was someone who would go on to become what I could best describe as someone I met.
Oh, alright then: a friend. But most of the time he wouldn't act like one, or even consider himself one, and would team up with another who would pretty much target and torment me (I know! I know! Poor baby!) throughout almost all of my stay there. They wouldn't be the only ones, but both of them would be responsible for at least two of my withdrawals from the forum over the years, and both would contribute in no small way to both the ramping up of drama in MB's final years as a going concern, and to the prevalence of a much more toxic atmosphere as the forum went through the kind of changes being seen today in the USA.
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The Music Banter Bestiary: Who Was Who
As I mentioned, the first contact, as it were, that I made on MB was Jackhammer. He was a well-respected member, though I don't think at the time he was a mod, if he had ever been. He seemed to know everyone though and the breadth of his musical knowledge and interest staggered me. To put this in perspective, go back sometime and look at my journal. For most of the first 100 pages or so at least, it's pretty pedestrian stuff: metal, rock and of course prog rock. My tastes were, to be blunt, limited when I joined, and it took me a while to find out, explore, get into or run away from various other music genres, many of which I had been unaware even existed. But Jack - it would be some time indeed before I would find out that was not his name, but I always referred to him as Jack - though at the time I think in his fifties (so about a decade older than me, give or take) was into everything from Canadian folk music probably to grindcore definitely. I used to think his kids and grandkids must have thought he was the coolest old guy on the planet.
He was the one who encouraged my journaling endeavours, and sort of introduced me around. It's not as if he gave me the five cent tour, or whatever you call it, but he was someone I could ask questions of, particularly when certain people seemed to act what I would consider odd. If you were there at the time, you know the people I mean. But of course people started to get in touch with me anyway, and I found myself dealing with an assortment of strange characters, feeling perhaps a little like Alice after she fell down that rabbit hole. Minus the White Rabbit, of course. And the curls. And the dress. So far as you know. I seemed to attract the attention in particular of someone whom I thought must be well respected in the forum indeed, as he was apparently the ruler of night creatures. Later I would find that his portentous username, despite his actual interest in the comic book character (and most others) was arrived at in error, as he mistook the title of one of his favourite albums for the word BATLORD, when in fact it spelled BATHORY. But you couldn't blame him: I mean, look. It's an easy mistake to have made, right?
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I look at that and I still see BATLORD. But like I say, he must have thought it was a great name, because, bar one rather odd change in maybe 2014 when he briefly became both Dharma and Greg, he kept it throughout his time at MB. Well, most people did: you might change your avatar more times than you changed your pants (what that says about your personal hygiene is up to you to decide) but generally once you had a username you stuck with it. I've never been anyone but Trollheart, despite claims to the contrary which are currently going through the legal system and which will never be proven. As I say though, a good one for him because he was and is a comic book nerd. He particularly loved, duh, Batman, but could probably tell you every story or plotline or secret identity in Marvel, DC or any other comic, and he knew more about artists, writers, even inkers than it's probably healthy for a man of his age. Or any age. He certainly knew his stuff.
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Well, I say knew, past tense, as if he was dead or something. So far as I know (and hope) that's not the case, but I haven't spoken to or heard from him since MB fragmented and became SCD; still, it would probably be more accurate to say he knows his stuff, as unless he's suffered some sort of catastrophic brain injury or memory loss, he's not likely to forget all those useless facts and data crammed into his head. The Batlord - Batty, as I would call him, which I think annoyed him and is probably why I did it - though he could write, and write well, spent about 90 percent of his time on Music Banter doing what I can only describe as a good impression of Loki. For those who don't know, he was the "evil" trickster god of the Norse pantheon, who in the legends was, in addition to plotting their bloody downfall and death (as you do), always playing tricks and jests on the gods. The image I have of Batty is of someone jumping from thread to thread, post to post, crouching and giggling and making Gollum-like noises, wreaking mischief and then sitting back for a while to see the fruits of his labour, and then moving on to his next trick. I'm not saying he wasn't a serious guy, but most of the time he seemed to espouse the immortal phrase "Here for a good time, not a long time."
It was probably my diametrically opposed demeanour that put me on his radar. I don't mean I have no sense of humour (Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he was Catholic! Ah, have it your own way!) but I tended to be more, well, serious and dedicated to my journals, and he loved tearing them apart. He knew of course the buttons to push, and like a drunk man playing Whack-a-mole, or Trump with trade tariffs, he pushed every one. My reaction to him came in three parts: first, I thought he was an old and respected member (neither were true: he actually joined, according to his avatar, three years after me, and was ten years younger) so I deferred to and listened to him, little knowing I was being trolled (who would troll Trollheart?) until I realised who and what he was, after which I engaged in a sort of love/hate thing with him whereby we would have blow-out rows and knock-down fights, but make up and we collaborated on a few things too. Towards the end though, his alliance with my nemesis got so that I could hardly tell them apart, and our relationship froze over to the point we barely spoke to each other, and if we did, it was usually to hurl insults at each other. Just like marriage, right?
But it should be said, that for all that he was (and may still be) something of an arrogant and undisciplined manchild, he was with me capable of providing great friendship and comfort (on the rare occasions he felt like it) and he is a very good writer, with some great ideas. The only problem really was that he seemed almost insulted if you liked his work, as if it was something he only did for fun and didn't want anyone praising it or taking it seriously. I think in some ways Batty was a child who never grew up, and probably did not want to, and Music Banter was a place where he could reinforce and double down on that persona, where he didn't have to face the real world or deal with real problems, where he could pretend nothing existed other than bitchin' metal and poseurs and comic books, and where it was always the last day of school before the summer holidays.
Those of you who knew him better, or personally, may have a lot more to say about him, and I may have given a false impression of the guy here. But all I can work with is how he interacted with me, and how I saw him interact with others. Therefore, in the end,
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He was the Batlord. That was his blessing. It was also his curse.
I love this concept! I will be reading this very soon and following this thread for sure; even though I never posted for the first 15 years of browsing MB I still got some of the experience and I'm sure it will bring back all sorts of memories.
Classic MB Posts
#1: Speak softly and carry a big attitude.
I didn't know the guy, I wasn't around at the time, but just stumbled across it and thought, you know, sometimes you don't need walls of text to articulate what you're feeling!
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Or this poster?
Can you recognise/remember them from their avatar?
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Classic MB Posts
# 2: Who's hungry?
A true classic from our one-time leader!
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Classic MB Posts
# 3: The dog next door
I hadn't planned on doing so many of these one after the other, but there were some incredible posts back before I got here (or at least out of the journals section)!
Here's another.
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Or this poster?
Can you recognise/remember them from their avatar?
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I remember her! She went by Lateralus for a while and then Astronomer. She had some cool taste in prog and metal.
Yep that's her. Lovely lady. Pity she didn't hang around long enough to join us.
And speaking of those who have left us, hopefully only temporarily, I came across this and couldn't let it pass. Kismet?
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Last one for tonight...
Classic MB Posts
# 4: Someone get me a mirror!
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Cardboard Adolescent is a legend. Hope he's doing well.
Lounge Lizards and Drama Queens: A Frank Exchange of Views
If there was one place you could really let fly it was in the Lounge. Theoretically created as a place where "off-topic banter" could be posted, where you didn't have to know how many members were in A Perfect Circle or how many albums John Zorn had, where your musical taste didn't matter, or did, depending on what you posted. In reality, the Lounge was the scene of just about all the drama that rolled and cracked around Music Banter like angels playing bowling, or something. Because people were more relaxed (and many, it seemed, relaxed to the point of being refused service and/or barred) there was a more loose attitude to what was said, and everything from how your day went to how many marshmallows you could stuff up your nose was discussed probably. Wild and weird topics were posted here, many of them nonsensical, many of them either unintentionally or intentionally inflammatory, and to compare the Lounge, at times, to the Thunderdome is not entirely inaccurate. Debate would often spill over into argument, then insults, then outright fighting, a mod would step in (assuming he or she was not involved already) and threaten bans, and things would quiet down.
For a while.
The Lounge could also be renamed the Derailment Section, as, while threads certainly got pulled off-course in other sections, here the theme or subject of the thread was often quite nebulous - "Your Day". "The Bitch Box". And the ever-popular "Spill Your Guts" - so that really, derailment was almost inevitable and expected. After all, few people really wanted to know literally how your day went. Unless you fight fires or rob banks or dress up as a superhero after dark, who cares? And anyway, that would be Your Night, which oddly was a thread nobody ever thought to make. But in the spirit of The Lounge, I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah: nobody cared how your day went; more people cared about what it was you were Bitching about, and everyone wanted to Spill Their Guts, or more likely, someone else's. Only, mostly, we have to hope, metaphorically.
Those who spent the bulk of their time in the Lounge were known as Lounge Lizards, though to my knowledge none of them ever sported scales or spent a lot of time in the sun basking on a flat rock. I could of course stand to be corrected. For some time, these Reptiles of the Relaxation Room were frowned on by (some) other members, who somehow had the crazy and mistaken idea that this was a music forum, and people should be discussing music primarily! I mean, I ask you! Sure, Music was in the forum name, but so was the other bit, and that, let's be honest, mostly, is what we were all interested in. If you wanted to seriously discuss music, sure, you could do it, if you found someone as serious as you, but the majority of members were there to just chill and have a good time, talk about music but in a sort of offhand way, throwing down videos and talking about albums, but nothing really serious. Dissing the young's take on music was always a favourite of course, and while the Lizards may have been tut-tutted at and tsks nodded in their direction, we all spent time in the Lounge, and it was where we could relax and not take things too seriously. Especially me, who, after another sixteen updates a day in my journal (one at the time, soon to mushroom and burgeon out of all control, rather like the Red Weed in HG Wells' War of the Worlds) was happy to plonk my skinny virtual arse in a comfy chair, order up a Coke and shoot the breeze. I quickly learned I can't shoot for shit, and members take a dim view of open carry, and while sniffing up the white powder might be accepted generally, they didn't like to see it in the Lounge, messing up the nice French polished tables and making everyone sneeze. So in the end I settled for a Coca-Cola instead and would join in on the topic of the day.
And eventually, someone would either get into a heated argument with someone (I'm pretty sure one of the members, whose name escapes me right now, hit another with a large radiator; that's how heated these arguments got) or, if nobody would bite, would go looking for a fight. Sometimes, then, these involved me, as I either stepped in to speak up for or support someone I considered a friend, or more often became the target of the wandering argument-seeker, transforming before my eyes into something that would, in due course, bring the whole shoddy edifice down upon our heads. Lounge Lizards were fine, happy, harmless creatures, but when they got angry, a startling metamorphosis occurred, and in the place of a sane, reasoned and logical being stood the bane of the forum, the disruptor, the zen wrecker. The
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Occasionally, though, these creatures arrived fully-formed and without artifice or disguise at the forum, believing totally in their own propaganda and ready to spread questionable beliefs and high-level drama all over the place before they'd barely got their coat off. Such people were of course recognised for what they were, and generally laughed at and fucked with by anyone who had a brain and failed to rise to their pathetic attempts at trolling. They were often so up themselves and so far down their own rabbit hole that to even attempt a rescue would be, well, hilarious. So, as god-fearing Christians (or not), we saw it as our sacred duty in those cases to rip the piss out of them.
I present to you then, in that spirit, Concept_V (no, we staunchly refused to ask him what it meant, which must have either driven him mad or made him feel even more insufferably superior), a suitable case for treatment.
This is so true in today's Woke society (https://www.musicbanter.com/lounge/97837-so-true-todays-woke-society.html)
Posted in the spam thread but this one seems apt.
I asked AI to make a song about the forum.
https://suno.com/song/30a528ac-292b-4c39-b4e3-256acc813838
Lyrics:
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In the glow of that pixel-perfect light,
The music pulsed through keys all night.
Trollheart scrawled strange journals deep,
A new one posted ten times a week.
[Verse 2]
Jimmy Jazz, making friends and foes
Fixing his gaze on numerous toes
His affection spoke louder than words,
Dancing shadows, melodies heard.
[Chorus]
Oh, echoes, echoes in the forum hall,
Where secrets linger, where whispers call.
The tunes may change, the faces fade,
But there's a memory in every shade.
[Verse 3]
Chula spilled tales nobody had asked,
Baring his soul, unmasked, so fast
Batlord hummed tunes of distant lands,
Trolling so much he ended up banned.
[Verse 4]
OccultHawk prowled with a devious grin,
A scent of trouble would always begin.
His hygiene forgotten, desires unclean,
The strangest old hawk that I've ever seen.
[Verse 5]
The workout thread was full of young men
DJ and Tore setting records again
Eazy and Mindy changing their lives
And Jimmy was posing and flexing his bi's
[Verse 6]
Jadis had left as he got the hump
Lexi and Trollheart were dreaming of Trump
Everybody's a Nazi, it's all rather odd
JWB, intellectual God
[Verse 7]
Oasis were worshipped lots more than Pulp
Marie Monday swallowing fish with one gulp
Be careful with what you may type
Or beware, her banhammer may strike
[Bridge]
Then there's Steph, with a gaze of fire,
In her presence, all would conspire.
A feminist icon, coy yet severe,
Love and power merged crystal clear.
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Quote from: jimmy jazz on Mar 26, 2025, 08:22 PMPosted in the spam thread but this one seems apt.
I asked AI to make a song about the forum.
https://suno.com/song/30a528ac-292b-4c39-b4e3-256acc813838
Lyrics:
Wow, I post for 2 years on here about LGBT experiences and synthesizers and how much I love my husband and that's all the AI has to say about me, huh. I always knew to never trust robits. :laughing:
Quote from: Lexi Darling on Mar 26, 2025, 10:59 PMWow, I post for 2 years on here about LGBT experiences and synthesizers and how much I love my husband and that's all the AI has to say about me, huh. I always knew to never trust robits. :laughing:
I had to put shit in for it to make it's lyrics but yes. Also you can reword them so they scan better. I did it a couple of times but the lyrics are 90% AI.
I was quite pleased with how the vocals fit the music. I'd bop my head to it. 8)
Meh, anything AI can do I can do better.
(To the tune of, well, you know)
There was a music forum
As busy as a bee
And it's been the ruin of many posters
You can count among them me.
Frownland he was saracastic
Cut me down to size
With guitars made of elastic
And a massive ego and pride.
Now Chula did not like him
And he possessed a gun
He threatened that old Frownland guy
And said he'd better run!
(keyboard solo)
Oh Batlord, wherefore are thou?
The forum's drama queen
Gone back to read your comics kid
No more to be seen.
Well there was a music forum
So busy like a bee
But now it's dead and it is gone
For its falling don't blame me.
(keyboard outro)
There was a lot of sexual tension between Frownland and Chula wasn't there.
Reckon those two would get on irl. Both pissed as farts in the bars of San Diego drinking Lagunitas or whatever it was Frownland liked.
Lexi's Song
(Tune: Life on Mars)
She is lurking within the thread
Watching posters argue with dread
But her shyness is saying no
And she doesn't believe it is so
That her friends who don't know her name
Act and talk and are just the same
All wants is to keep hid from view
In the shadows she will remain.
But it is such a saddening bore
Watching people post more and more
She begins to believe it's time
As they ask her her favourite
Bands and artists; she likes keyboards
Oh man! Look at that Synth Girl go!
She is joining the show!
Take a look at her skill now, posting and debating
Oh man! How could she ever know?
This is the way it would go
There is life - it's not hard.
Now she's learning the names of all
Having turned away from the wall
Like a flower opening to the sun
She sees she's not the only one.
But to lurk and wait has its time
And now she has seen the signs
Stepping out of the dark she smiles
Hoping and praying all the while.
Cos it was such a saddening bore
But she's not lonely any more
Fingers tapping out on the keys
She is writing about these
Bands and artists; she likes keyboards
Oh man! Look at that Synth Girl go!
She is joining the show!
Take a look at her skill now, posting and debating
Oh man! How could she ever know?
This is the way it would go
There is life - it's not hard.
Quote from: Trollheart on Mar 27, 2025, 02:22 AMLexi's Song
(Tune: Life on Mars)
She is lurking within the thread
Watching posters argue with dread
But her shyness is saying no
And she doesn't believe it is so
That her friends who don't know her name
Act and talk and are just the same
All wants is to keep hid from view
In the shadows she will remain.
But it is such a saddening bore
Watching people post more and more
She begins to believe it's time
As they ask her her favourite
Bands and artists; she likes keyboards
Oh man! Look at that Synth Girl go!
She is joining the show!
Take a look at her skill now, posting and debating
Oh man! How could she ever know?
This is the way it would go
There is life - it's not hard.
Now she's learning the names of all
Having turned away from the wall
Like a flower opening to the sun
She sees she's not the only one.
But to lurk and wait has its time
And now she has seen the signs
Stepping out of the dark she smiles
Hoping and praying all the while.
Cos it was such a saddening bore
But she's not lonely any more
Fingers tapping out on the keys
She is writing about these
Bands and artists; she likes keyboards
Oh man! Look at that Synth Girl go!
She is joining the show!
Take a look at her skill now, posting and debating
Oh man! How could she ever know?
This is the way it would go
There is life - it's not hard.
Ahh this was so lovely! :love: