Monday, December 12, 2005

Why the Music Industry is Dying

I saw this article the other day about how the music industry is beginning to target fan websites that post lyrics, guitar tabs, and discussions about how music is created. What is it that they want? They don't want to embrace downloading? They are now attacking fans for being, well... fans. I have to wonder if what we are seeing is an all out attack on music fans because the music industry refuses to accept that we have entered a new era.

Now we have a time where people can access music, information about bands and music, and get reviews, photos, and more about the music that they love. I believe, for one, that the people who run the music industry have completely forgotten what it feels like to completely fall in love with a song. To want to know everything that they can about a band, musician, song... have they made other great music... to be enraptured... listen to the guitar riff, the phrasing, the drums, the keyboards, the bass line, the lyric... whatever it is about the song that captures that you just have to find, feel, know. Yeah, the industry types must not remember at all what that feels like.

Lori McKenna - Bible Song

No strangers in this town
No one moves without making a sound
You live and die within the borders and (A)lines
No one dies without paying their fines

No lovers in this town
The moon's full but it sure ain't round
And just because you lie in his bed
Don't mean you meant the things you said

They marry young in these parts
They work the factories
So I ran as fast as I could
Through the tall grass and the midnight woods
So nobody would sing some bible song over me

My cousin died in his sleep
Forty pills, two kids to keep
And how will she explain to those kids
About the sorry thing daddy did

They marry young in these parts
They raise their kids and set them free
So I ran as fast as I could
Through the tall grass and the midnight woods
So nobody would sing some bible song over me

They buried him out in the cold
He was only twenty-four years old
How his mother came undone
When the choir sang hallelujah

I ran as fast as I could
Through the tall grass and and the midnight woods
I ran as fast as I could
Through the tall grass and and the midnight woods
Hallelujah hallelujah -- ahhh
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah

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