<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16754035</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:39:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>deck</title><description></description><link>http://sitenoise.com/deck/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (sitenoise)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16754035.post-112676194933010741</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 1997 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T21:17:46.196-07:00</atom:updated><title>Death of a Multimedia Phenomenon</title><atom:summary type='text'>

In the cool dual worlds of movies and rock ‘n’ roll, the boys of OSC—the so-coolly named Our Stinking Corporation—were the hippest dudes of all.

When the founders of OSC strode through the halls of trade shows, session musicians and movie sound editors turned heads and murmured names. Flocks of garage-band punks repeated OSC’s irreverent marketing slogans as mantras. Twentysomethings of every </atom:summary><link>http://sitenoise.com/deck/1997/12/death-of-multimedia-phenomenon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sitenoise)</author></item></channel></rss>