Shush Bredrin Cover Ya Mouth

As faddish as it is a useful tool for artists to promote themselves and interact with their fans, micro-blogging phenomenon Twitter poses a conundrum. An unnamed rapper who you would all recognise, and for matters of anonymity I won’t name, talked so often and with such banality that I unfollowed him/her recently and I’ve since stopped listening to their music altogether, despite being an avid fan in the past.

When I was younger I always found hip hop fascinating (and I still do, but not for the same reasons anymore). As a kid from the sticks in England it was completely foreign and exotic to me. Its characters seemed like caricatures – people that didn’t exist in the real world, just on cassettes and records. Clearly I knew they ate, slept and shat, but what they were talking about was so far removed from my everyday experience. And despite buying into the boastful claims for the sake of entertainment, I knew the big talk was mostly a charade. An exaggeration. A show watched from a distance.

In 2010, the problem - and arguably the benefit - that Twitter throws up is that it completely closes the fan-artist divide. In doing so, it dissolves any sense of mystique. They say never meet your heroes and in many cases that holds true. With Twitter, what you effectively get is an insight into the minds of people whose artistry you enjoy and respect. And then you often realise they are idiots. Worth thinking about before using 140 characters to announce a barely decipherable afterthought to thousands of strangers. lol

You can follow UK All Day on Twitter here if you want to read piffle and talk in brief.