Ten Years After Revisited

In this blog is a post with the title Ten Years After. I regularly check my stats page. WordPress seems to think this is beyond important if one wants to make money off one’s WordPress site. I don’t, and I think that even if I did, I’d never make as much money off it as WordPress does off selling subscriptions by browbeating people into believing they can become millionaires overnight just by dumping their shit on WordPress. I’m a millionaire already by the way, if a smallish one (plateauing at around 3.5 million in investments and liquidities). The reason I check my stats is that I want to keep track of how widespread my blog is in terms of followers and viewers in the world’s various regions.

Let’s return to the subject though, the post Ten Years After. Even if I know that my blog is immensely popular across the world, I was a little surprised to find that said post had 831,127 (eight hundred thirty one thousand one hundred twenty seven) viewers in the past month.

Pristine collector’s item Eighties two-piece by Louis Féraud, which I’m very proud to be wearing to this day and age.

Pondering over this late last night, I had a hard time falling asleep, thinking I was finally coming into fame, even outside of the dark web community. I turned on the radio, just as the show I dropped in on played the opening bars of a song that immediately caught my attention. As the song faded towards its end, the lead-out mentioned the song’s title, I’d Love to Change the World, and that it was from a band named Ten Years After, which reached the pinnacle of its fame with the 1970 album Cricklewood Green, i.e. long before I was born (which was at the end of the 1980s if I remember correctly, but I may be off on the century).

I downloaded that album in my Spotify app. The song I’d heard on the radio is not on it. But it has some very crafty, swampy, other songs. I mention here 50,000 Miles Beneath My Brain, As the Sun Still Burns Away, Year 3,000 Blues, and the opening track Sugar The Road.

I then went on to look for a Ten Years After Spotify artist playlist. This I found. It has only 5 tracks in it, including I’d Love to Change The World. Playing it again I determined that the lyrics are particularly lowbrow, and I stopped playing the track all together. The other four tracks are old-fogey blues and bluegrass songs, not interesting at all to spring chickens like me. What I did find interesting though was the number of “monthly listeners” of this playlist mentioned in the app: 831,127 (eight hundred thirty one thousand one hundred twenty seven), i.e. the exact same number as the number of viewers of my post “Ten Years After“.

Volume I of Milan Kundera’s Collected Works in the Bibliothèque de la Pléiade by Éditions Gallimard

Unless an unearthly coincidence is at play, I must have had a daunting number of over eight hundred thousand (800,000!) disappointed viewers of the post Ten Years After. After all, that post is not about the band, but, to cite the title of the great 1980s novel by Milan Kundera, about L’Insoutenable Légèreté De L’Être (The Unbearable Lightness Of Being).

Over 800,000… That’s a lot of people to have disappointed…

To validate my theory I have used the words Ten Years After again in the title of this post, as a fisherman would cast a bait. Let’s see how many fish bite this time around…

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