Okay, here's my beef.
I love the artists that populate the music industry. I love the music industry. I love shoveling whatever little money I have into the experience; actual CD's, liner notes, album artwork, I love it all. I love artists that have this unwavering respect for their art, and I have unwavering respect for all of them.
But as I am often BROKE, I may not always be able to AFFORD CD's. Does that mean I should not be able to partake in the experience? I know that laws are in place to protect artists and their work, and to prevent abuse of the system but music is about bringing people together. Now, I don't want digital music to replace the record biz (which I'm observing, sadly, it is). There is no substitute for going out to a record store, sifting through albums with your grubby, greedy little hands and, upon finally finding the one you want, holding it close in a completely obscene (and sickening) way. There is NO substitute for that, and I don't care who you ask. See? I LOVE music, and the musicians that produce it. But is music sharing not still bringing people together?
I don't see how it's fair that ITUNES can charge us every spare breathing moment they can. Does ITUNES get a portion of an artist's profit? I'm not really savvy on that stuff. I give my money to the artist when I can, as often as I can because I do believe that they deserve something for the piece of themselves they're putting forth (unless you're FOB or Spears, and then it's just a piece of nothing...story for another time, unfortunately) but I'm not always able to do that.
Music is fuel for me; it is something wholly life-giving...it is my oxygen. Should I be deprived of that when I occasionally want to be able to get a song but can't afford it?
People in the biz saying "OMG YOU CAN NEVER DL MUSIC! IT'S UNLAWFUL!" are part of the reason people are MOVING AWAY FROM the Record-Age. If they want to bring people back to the idea of albums; the grounded-ness of it...then they should perhaps try not to say/do things like that to people.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
*sigh* Some people never learn.
Glad I'm not a part of Haven. Still glad.
Wanker's back plaguing X-Files fans.
I think someone needs a girlfriend. Or perhaps in his case, a boyfriend.
Wanker's back plaguing X-Files fans.
I think someone needs a girlfriend. Or perhaps in his case, a boyfriend.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Threads of who we used to be...
Just a little something I felt like putting down on paper...
These are painful things we share, you and I. Walking by the river this morning, I realized that life has wound us together; whether we like it or not. Walking by the river this morning, I opened my eyes and took a deep breath; still trying to tell myself that you will not come back. Maybe life threw us together; maybe it was hard and fast and messy. Maybe it was broken and whole and fucked up and beautiful, but it was what it was. You and I are like strings, bound together by the same shades and fiber, but fraying at first chance. I don’t think about you much anymore. It’s probably better that way. Now when I look out the window, I just see dreams of grey skies and a big city, somewhere I can always find a person to talk to but still feel alone. I woke up one day and instead of wishing to be with you I was wishing to be somewhere far away; a city with big buildings and rainy days. I’ve always liked the idea of Seattle. The furthest place from where I am; big and depressing and “hippie bohemian bullshit” artistic, as you would call it. That’s where I want to be when I stop missing you. That’s where I want to be when my world falls down…and when you wake up in the middle of the night and realize your mistake, I will be so far from you. That’s where I want to be when your world caves in.
These are painful things we share, you and I. Walking by the river this morning, I realized that life has wound us together; whether we like it or not. Walking by the river this morning, I opened my eyes and took a deep breath; still trying to tell myself that you will not come back. Maybe life threw us together; maybe it was hard and fast and messy. Maybe it was broken and whole and fucked up and beautiful, but it was what it was. You and I are like strings, bound together by the same shades and fiber, but fraying at first chance. I don’t think about you much anymore. It’s probably better that way. Now when I look out the window, I just see dreams of grey skies and a big city, somewhere I can always find a person to talk to but still feel alone. I woke up one day and instead of wishing to be with you I was wishing to be somewhere far away; a city with big buildings and rainy days. I’ve always liked the idea of Seattle. The furthest place from where I am; big and depressing and “hippie bohemian bullshit” artistic, as you would call it. That’s where I want to be when I stop missing you. That’s where I want to be when my world falls down…and when you wake up in the middle of the night and realize your mistake, I will be so far from you. That’s where I want to be when your world caves in.
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