After yesterday’s termination incident, I’ve taken out an insurance policy by creating a completely separate tumblr account called Kill Coke Talk where I’ve duplicated my various themes and general data structure. 
It’s sort of the blogging equivalent of a FEMA trailer, where if my original account is ever terminated permanently, I’ll be able to flip a few switches and at least have a digital roof over my head.
It’s not an ideal solution, and hopefully I’ll never have to use it, but it’s really all I can do until someone develops a robust tumblr backup and archiving app.
In the meantime, go ahead and follow Kill Coke Talk. If anything ever happens to my original account, that’s where you’ll be able to find me.
Thanks, everyone.

After yesterday’s termination incident, I’ve taken out an insurance policy by creating a completely separate tumblr account called Kill Coke Talk where I’ve duplicated my various themes and general data structure. 

It’s sort of the blogging equivalent of a FEMA trailer, where if my original account is ever terminated permanently, I’ll be able to flip a few switches and at least have a digital roof over my head.

It’s not an ideal solution, and hopefully I’ll never have to use it, but it’s really all I can do until someone develops a robust tumblr backup and archiving app.

In the meantime, go ahead and follow Kill Coke Talk. If anything ever happens to my original account, that’s where you’ll be able to find me.

Thanks, everyone.

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rosalarian said:

You posted that Hozier song last night. I'd never heard of them before. I bought the song before I was even done listening to it here for free on tumblr. No harm no foul.

coketalk said:

My point exactly!

Classic (RAC Remix) - The Knocks

Fuck the DMCA, fuck the RIAA, and especially fuck the IFPI.

I don’t blame Tumblr for being forced to act on behalf of a bunch of sniveling record industry lawyers, but holy fucking hell, when will those short-sighted assholes ever learn?

Tumblr isn’t where we come to steal music. It’s where we come to share music. It’s the place where we discover artists and hear songs for the fist time. This is the place where we get the word out. It’s the white hot center of cool new shit, and if it becomes poisoned by takedown notices and arbitrary account terminations, then ultimately it’s going to be the artists who suffer.

In the meantime, we’ll all be pissed, Tumblr will be fucked, and the world will still be full of weasels who aren’t willing to pay 99 cents for a fucking song.

I’m back, bitches.

I’m back, bitches.

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.

Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.

I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.

I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.

Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.

God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.

I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.

At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.

Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

Take Me To Church - Hozier

I love a song that invokes religious imagery to describe good sex.

"He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. “I can only truly love my dead best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed."

— from Mallory Ortberg’s hilarious “Male Novelist Jokes.

All The Rage Back Home - Interpol

Good god damn and sexy Jesus, Interpol is back. The sound of this band will always take me to dark and sticky places. I can still smell the wax, and I can still feel the rope on my wrists.

I’ll be back in a few days. In the meantime, I’ve put together a little playlist titled August Can Go Fuck Itself.
Seriously, though. This entire month turned out to be one long state of emergency, just a stream of bad news both for me personally and for the rest of the world. (I had to go through some shit, and I haven’t been well.)
Anyway, some of the songs on the August Can Go Fuck Itself playlist seemed appropriate, and some just helped get me through the past couple weeks.
Here’s to a better September.

I’ll be back in a few days. In the meantime, I’ve put together a little playlist titled August Can Go Fuck Itself.

Seriously, though. This entire month turned out to be one long state of emergency, just a stream of bad news both for me personally and for the rest of the world. (I had to go through some shit, and I haven’t been well.)

Anyway, some of the songs on the August Can Go Fuck Itself playlist seemed appropriate, and some just helped get me through the past couple weeks.

Here’s to a better September.

America’s military-industrial complex and America’s prison-industrial complex are born of the same authoritarian evil, and all of our struggles intersect.

The incident report from yesterday’s fresh police shooting in St. Louis lists the two homicidal cops as “Victim #1” and “Victim #2,” and it identifies the suicidal shooting victim as “Suspect.”
How fucking dare they?

The incident report from yesterday’s fresh police shooting in St. Louis lists the two homicidal cops as “Victim #1” and “Victim #2,” and it identifies the suicidal shooting victim as “Suspect.”

How fucking dare they?

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Summer In The City (Starcadian Remix) - Freedom Fry

I like this little tune. It’s from the How The Sun Sees You video.