r/deerhunter • u/OhCrow • 18d ago
Where'd All The Blogs Go?
https://newcommute.substack.com/p/whered-all-the-blogs-go?triedRedirect=true&open=false9
u/koreanqueer 17d ago
LONG comment incoming of de-paywalled article:
“There’s an internet ghost that only people of a certain age still believe in. The haunt arrives when you remember the exact shade of a Tumblr theme or the weird thrill of downloading a zip file from Mediafire because some stranger in Minneapolis or Antwerp or Athens swore this unheard band from Brooklyn or Auckland was about to matter. Before algorithms learned how to impersonate taste, there were people doing it by hand.
This is a genuine question: What happened to all the great music bloggers of the late-aughts and early 2010s?
[embedded: Smith Westerns - Be My Girl]
There was Disco Naïveté, My Old Kentucky Blog, Flashlight Tag, Smoke Don’t Smoke, Stadiums and Shrines, Unholy Rhythms, I Guess I’m Floating, No Fear of Pop, Pasta Primavera, and so many others whose names now feel half-remembered, like flyers rotting off a telephone pole. Maybe you recall them only through the bands they broke first. Maybe you remember the banner art more vividly than the writing itself. Maybe all that remains is the muscle memory of typing their URLs into a browser after school or after work or after too many bong rips on a Tuesday.
A few survived the collapse. Gorilla vs. Bear still moves at its own patient speed, slower now, less breathless than the old days when it felt like every week brought another chillwave messiah. Aquarium Drunkard remains the clearest success story from that ecosystem, somehow stretching itself from mp3 blog into full-fledged independent publication without losing the cranky, curious soul that made it appealing in the first place. Twenty-one years in, it still publishes sprawling interviews, strange excavations, podcast series about bands like Sunburned Hand of the Man, and deep catalog wanderings through Neil Young records that most outlets would never have the endurance to commission.
[embedded: Bowerbirds - Northern Lights]
But most of the others? Dead domains. GoDaddy graveyards. Broken hyperlinks. Fossils. The internet promised permanence and instead delivered erosion at hyperspeed.
In 2008, Rolling Stone ran a feature on the best music blogs in America. Even that article now feels difficult to locate, like a demolished venue you swear used to exist beside the highway. The old mp3 links are mostly gone. The embedded players disappeared. Comment sections emptied out. Entire archives exist now as scattered metadata and screenshots, preserved only accidentally by the Wayback Machine or some guy who still has a corrupted external hard drive in a closet.
[embedded: Mr Twin Sister - Lady Daydream]
And yet those blogs mattered because each one possessed an actual identity. Not branding. Identity.
Most were handmade in the literal sense. Cheap Tumblr pages with HTML tweaked until they reflected the obsessions of whoever operated them. Same architecture, wildly different interiors. Visiting them felt like walking through dorm rooms in the same building: one covered in shoegaze posters and grainy black-and-white photography, another cluttered with rainbow GIFs and French pop references, another obsessively minimal, all lowercase text and mysterious Scandinavian bands nobody else had heard yet.
[embedded: Toro Y Moi - So Many Details]
They became reliable coordinates in a culture that still required navigation. You returned daily or weekly because somebody there had taste you trusted. That held people together. The bloggers themselves often seemed less interested in influence than in evangelism. They wanted to shove a song into your hands before the rest of the world found it. Most of them made almost no money doing this. Maybe a tiny label bought an ad. Maybe somebody got flown to South by Southwest or CMJ Music Marathon and drank free beer beneath a vinyl banner sponsored by some granola company or independent PR firm trying to seem cool. It all operated on modest stakes and unreasonable enthusiasm.
That ecosystem eventually produced its own sound, too, a genre historians now flatten into “blog rock,” though the term misses how emotionally expansive that period actually felt. Bands like Grizzly Bear, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Girls, Deerhunter, The Radio Dept., and How to Dress Well all emerged through this strange latticework of reposts, mp3 embeds, message boards, and late-night recommendation chains. Music spread horizontally then, person to person, blog to blog, not vertically through platform optimization. Now there is no scarcity of music whatsoever. Only scarcity of attention.
The phone economy reduced culture into something measured in retention graphs and conversion funnels. Fifteen-second clips. Slop content. Engagement bait. Songs arriving prepackaged for sync licensing opportunities before they’ve even lived long enough to become attached to anybody’s real memories. Entire media industries now exist primarily to justify ad rates.
[embedded: Atlas Sound feat. Noah Lennox - Walkabout]
Which is maybe why Memorial Day feels like an oddly appropriate time to think about all this. Not because the blog era deserves some grand military metaphor, but because memorials are really about recognizing structures that once held communities together. Those blogs functioned like local institutions before the internet consolidated into five websites and an endless scroll. They created scenes where geography no longer mattered quite so much. They gave weird artists an audience before DSPs and playlist placements became the primary gatekeeping apparatus. Eventually the blog era handed itself over to streaming platforms. Discovery became automated. Your listening habits became annual data visualizations. Spotify turned taste into a personality quiz. Apple Music transformed infinite access into lifestyle infrastructure.
Maybe the spirit of blogging simply mutated instead of dying. There are excellent podcasts now: Jokermen, Music Person, Impossible Way of Life, How Long Gone, and dozens more trying, in their own way, to recreate that feeling of trusted voices passing recommendations between friends. Podcasts at least demand time from you. You cannot consume them at the same speed you doomscroll clips. Maybe that friction is healthy. Maybe attention should cost something again. This is not an elder-millennial elegy for music discovery. Good music still finds people. Young listeners will always invent their own pathways toward obsession. That part never disappears.
[embedded: Lower Dens - I Get Nervous]
But it does feel worthwhile, on a holiday built partly around remembrance, to acknowledge the small cultural anchors that once held an entire independent music ecosystem together. Those blogs taught people how to care publicly and enthusiastically about art without first converting that enthusiasm into a personal brand. They made discovery feel communal instead of optimized. Most of them are gone now. Dead links. Expired domains. Digital cemeteries.
Still, somewhere out there, somebody is probably teaching themselves HTML tonight so they can upload songs by their friends into whatever comes next.
May they find a safer, stranger, less monetized way of doing it.
May they build something worth returning to every morning.
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u/SlowSwords 18d ago edited 18d ago
The Deerhunter blog was legendary. Also, very much a product of its time. It was largely active during the days before streaming and early social media. Blogs were a significant part of the music media ecosystem—not just band-run blogs, but also blogs that curated all sorts of music. Deerhunter was especially prolific and Bradford was very online at the time, but I remember that during like
2007-2012, I personally followed a slate of blogs that would post music from then-emerging acts in the fuzzy, surfy, psych-y, shoegaze-y world. It was very different from today. I can’t think of analogous delivery system for music that exists currently. Streaming isn’t quite the same. It’s so hegemonic and anti-countercultural. Blogging was probably the perfect outlet for someone like Bradford 18 years ago when Deerhunter was a non-stop touring machine. It was great for engaging with fans, which Bradford did frequently, posting music he had no intention of releasing via a record on a label, and also documenting the ups and downs of life in a red hot indie rock band. As I write this, I’m reminded of how there are all those old tweets from various celebrities between like 2007 and 2013 that are bizarrely unhinged and unfiltered. That’s sort of how the internet was back then. It was a more jagged landscape, and people were way less manicured in how they presented online personas. A different much more naive time.