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I Am Trying Not To Break The Bank

I've seen the Wired article with the tagline "Music is not a loaf of bread" a couple of times mainly from BlogsNow and whatnot but it wasn't until Matt linked it and did everyone the service of mentioning that it was about Wilco that I even bothered to read it. When I think of Wired I still think of the dot com boom and the huge hangover that followed like some horrific prom night motel room blowout forever lurking at the blurred periphery of memory like the original was shot with a Vaseline petroleum jelly smeared lens. It ain't soft focus chocolates n' flowers but it does get better when I brave the still atrocious layout and color scheme and actually read what is written there. I always assume that Wired will do the right thing in spirit but they usually fuck it up in delivery. They're lucky because Jeff Tweedy who you either love or hate already is stepping in to say the things we need to hear:

WN: What if the efforts to stop unauthorized music file sharing are successful? How would that change culture?

Tweedy: If they succeed, it will damage the culture and industry they say they're trying to save.

What if there was a movement to shut down libraries because book publishers and authors were up in arms over the idea that people are reading books for free? It would send a message that books are only for the elite who can afford them.

Stop trying to treat music like it's a tennis shoe, something to be branded. If the music industry wants to save money, they should take a look at some of their six-figure executive expense accounts. All those lawsuits can't be cheap, either.

You'd be very hard pressed to find an argument against the litigation industry presented as plainly and cogently as that. Ok, I'm fucking bookmarking Wired again. Fuckers.

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  1. I know, I hate it when Wired is relevant.

  2. The very worst part is remembering the place that Wired fit into my thinking in the early nineties. Tech folks were gloriously overpaid and Wired was like the Mad Magazine for that magical bubble time. It’s kind of funny how it made it through out the other side and most of us that snorted contemptously at the content and style of Wired are now nearly unemployable. Or is that funny?

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