It’s all yesterday’s fault… now I can’t shake Nothing To Say. And with nary a flute in sight, it’s still unmistakably Tull.
Category: Music
Hard Copies
Talking about the whole Neil Young fiasco, The Middle Finger Lady reminds us:
Oh, wait — wrong excerpt. I meant this one:
It’s even worse now. Consumers don’t even really “buy” content anymore — they rent it, suckered into paying a monthly subscription. If the stuff they love disappears from a service, it disappears. There’s nothing that can be done. I don’t want sometimes access to my favorite art and literature. I want it all the time.
So buy the DVD. Buy the book. Buy the CD or vinyl. You get to keep it. The digital powers may be able to make your words disappear, but to take away the stuff you can hold it in your hands is impossible.
Almost as bad, as I discovered the other evening when re-watching one of my favorite TV movies of all time (The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo ) on Amazon Prime, the streaming service can also alter the original content: the current version of Dragon has gaping holes in the plot where Amazon has clipped out whole scenes for no reason whatsoever.
Fuckers.
So I’m going to buy the Millennium trilogy on DVD. From Walmart.
Today’s Earworm
…oh NO.
I am SO sorry.
Today’s Earworm
Today’s Earworm
Today’s Earworm
Fishing in that Moody River. Guess what riff I can’t get out of my head…