While I’m doing this celebrating-10-years thing, I though I’d better tell the tale of the David Hasselhoff Experience, lest it be lost to the interweb forever.
My website had been up and running for a month and I was bored. I’d learned this new HTML thing and wanted a new project, so I decided to make a fan site for David Hasselhoff. It’s not that I was a fan of the Hass, but rather I saw his cultural significance.
I went to some search engines and gathered all the Hasselhoff-related links I could find, grabbed a few images and made a website called The David Hasselhoff Experience. (Readers may recall the New Zealand rock group The Hasselhoff Experiment. Hm, I wonder where they got their name from.)
One of the first things I did was submit The Hasselhoff Experience (or DHX) to the then hugely popular Yahoo directory. There was no Entertainment/Actors/Hasselhoff_David, so I had to request that Yahoo create it, and they did. A few years later, this became the most popular Yahoo category.
Within a few hours of the listing going up, I had a massive 50 hits. Soon, my Hasselhoff website became more popular than my personal site. It was a hub for all things Hasselhoff. I was even contacted by the guys who ran the official Pamela Anderson website saying they were going to link to me.
I started getting emails. The senders were either people who, despite disclaimers, thought they were emailing David Hasselhoff and wanted autographs, photos or to express their undying love; or people who thought I was somehow mocking David Hasselhoff and making money from it. (Note: This was in the days of the interweb bubble, where it was somehow logical to think that someone could make serious cash from a David Hasselhoff fansite. If only!)
Occasionally – very occasionally – I’d get an email from someone who understood the intent of the DHX. It was the same spirit that’s fuelled the ‘Hoff-mania that’s recently swept Australia, the popularity of the Hooked on a Feeling video, and Mr Hasselhoff’s ability to bring added value to a film with a mere cameo appearance.
But eventually I got sick of the DHX. The crazy fans were still emailing me (“Dear KttnLvr45. I am not David Hasselhoff. Regards, Robyn.”) and I was getting sick of it. I’d found direction with my own website and wanted to work on that, so the David Hasselhoff Experience came to an end.
I didn’t get any emails of complaint. Hasselhoffmania continued on the internet without my help. It seems to be a force more powerful than even Mr Hasselhoff himself.
Stay tuned! On Thursday I bring you the tale of the Horseboy email. It goes all the way back to 1995 and involves a hobby horse, Marcus Lush, and a historically significant email.