Taking a break from arguing with Ben (hard to do — he’s got a fascinating mind) to wish everyone a happy weekend.
Brooke and I are gonna look at houses tomorrow with a realtor. Whee!
There’s an article in Wired by Chris Anderson (The Long Tail) about how everything in business is destined to be "free." (Does this apply to gasoline and groceries?) Here’s two takes on the piece: the first is by Future of Music Coalition‘s kick-ass intern Alexei Painter (that’s his real name!); the second from ex-radio honcho and current music-media whiz Jerry Del Colliano.
For the record, I think Anderson is off the mark here. Believe me, I understand how the internet has undermined certain long-standing business models; I deal with the fallout every day at work. But I don’t want to live in a world where recorded music has no value other than to get people to your live show, where they might buy a t-shirt. Mostly because I abhor playing live. (It’s got nothing to do with stage fright, just good old fashioned misanthropy.) Yet I live for the studio, where I can tweak and experiment to my heart’s content.
I’ve said it before: you wouldn’t expect Da Vinci to recreate the Mona Lisa from scratch in one after another dive bar, so why should musical artists be compelled to regurgitate their songs night after night? Unless they want to, that is. And not all of us do.