Jan 122007
 

The Back Office

I’m the guy that hacked the code and built this little corner of the internet. Frankly, I had virtually no idea what I was doing.

I’m a Flash web designer, Village Green Studios, so I thought that would help, but… not so much. I plunged in and chose the b2evolution software. It looked to me like these were the tech-hippies behind the Movable Type revolution. From what I can gather, they got pissed when Movable Type went commercial and broke off to start their own free blog thang. That they were sticking it to the Man and that one of their support guys (EdB) has an avatar that looks like Jerry Garcia, were the final selling points.

I basically jumped into the deepend and this is what appeared when I came up for air.

If there is anyone out there that is a pro at this sort of thing and would like to help out… by all means… send me an email at thebackoffice[@}rocktownhall.com.

You might hear from me every once in a while when a new feature is added or modified. If you have any user issues or suggestions, feel free to send me a note and I’ll try and get back to you as soon as possible.

Please peruse the rest of the Users Guide category to learn about registering, making your posts look purdy and other user stuff.

Oh and I’m a big fan of the rock and roll. I think Lt. Hookstratten said it best-

Thank you for your attention.

The Back Office

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Jan 122007
 


Rock Town Hall was founded to carry on and expand late-night turntable debates on self-important issues in rock. In 2002, we convened as a private discussion list among a baker’s dozen of opinionated, music-loving friends. In time we grew to a virtual Who the Hell Does He Think He Is? among rock musicians, journalists, DJs, record collectors, and assorted rock nerds. Although we continue to possess little power to influence the state of rock ‘n roll, we delight in the battle and seek the cultivation of occasionally novel perspectives on the genre.

Now we’re throwing the doors of Rock Town Hall open to You, The People! We’ve heard your charges of backroom conspiracies and midnight confessions, brokered 3-star reviews and Tuesday night gigs. Open the door, they said, and let ’em in.
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