This morning a friend sent me a New York Times article on the topic of downloading free music. How it's not against the law, no matter what the record labels and other warlords of copywrite infringement would have us believe. But isn't it just another thing to be afraid of in this terrorist-ridden, civil liberty-less, GW Bush version of a pariotic world? I digress.
Thanks to the article, and a temporary job that is laid back, I've been epitonicized. I'm spending the day listening to bands that I otherwise never would have heard of. Did you know that Mooney Suzuki is made up of the four coolest guys in NYC? Well I didn't.
Although downloading free music is one of my most favoritest things about the Internet (because it fosters creativity and shariing of information, not just because I'm cheap and lazy), I have to admit I'm feeling overwhelmed at the selections. Every band description is as delectable as another, and every band name as unfamiliar as the next. Have I been in a cave for the past ten years? I have to admit, it's a similar feeling I get looking at the walls of fiction in Barnes and Noble. Like I've never read a book that wasn't assigned or recommended. Then again, that may be true.
I do heavily rely on word of mouth for both my fiction and listening pleasure. Perhaps too heavily, but who has time to waste on reading or listening to something that sucks? No, I'm a coward when it comes t breaking new ground. Admitted.
Where am I going with all this? I have no idea. But I do have a lot of time here in the office with all of my work pretty much done and at least another half hour to stall before I go out and get lunch. I don't want to find myself starving and bored at 4:00 do I? Good thing there's plenty more music for me to sample. And instant message chats to have. And meaningless emails to write. Oh, the choices are endless these days.
