Whenever I'm sufficiently sick, or sufficiently tired, music affects me differently. Currently I'm listening to the CDs Daniel and I got for Ashley for Christmas. They've both got a folks-bluesy rock feel to them. Dar Williams and Martin Sexton are the artists. I'm quite enjoying them. But somehow the music goes right past my mental filters and hits me right in my heart. It's really unusual. I can tell that the music is good, but currently I'm totally incapable of telling you what I'll be impressed with tomorrow and what I'll think is just clever songwriting.
Now for a quick rant on why I hate being called a "consumer." Especially when it comes to the music industry.
I've got a horrid hacking cough at the moment. Yet, it's what is called 'productive' by virtue of the volumes of phlegm I'm pouring into an increasingly large pile of tissue in a small wastebasket at my feet. In this metaphorical system I am a Producer. Big-P.
What does this make the rest of us? Consumers. Of what?
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That would be "the main product of the music industry."
Now for a quick rant on why I hate being called a "consumer." Especially when it comes to the music industry.
I've got a horrid hacking cough at the moment. Yet, it's what is called 'productive' by virtue of the volumes of phlegm I'm pouring into an increasingly large pile of tissue in a small wastebasket at my feet. In this metaphorical system I am a Producer. Big-P.
What does this make the rest of us? Consumers. Of what?
...
That would be "the main product of the music industry."
1 comment:
I love Dar Williams. Good call, man. Good call.
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