I fell into a job writing for TechCrunch at the tender age of 22. TechCrunch was a startup writing about startups. We worked out of the boss’s house.
It was nuts. It was grueling. It was great.
I joined just as Apple’s App Store launched and changed everything. Except it took years to change everything. For a long time it was all fart apps, which made for a fitting soundtrack as we watched the market implode. TechCrunch kept a “Layoff Tracker” chronicling the carnage. I talked to a lot of crushed souls.
And then I got to ride the wave on its way up.
I wrote over 3,000 posts, hosted dozens of early-web shows, and waved my press pass like I was hot shit. I sure felt like it.
Tech was different then. The dreams still had the idyllic promise of being just around the bend, before we could see all the ads.
Piracy at the VEVO Powerstation
That time I pantsed the music industry.
That time I got punked by Zuckerberg & company.
Apple v. Google Voice
That time one thing led to an FCC inquiry.
Two geeks, one weekly-ish talk show.
Office antics featuring our cloud overlords.