Volume 17 Τεύχος 8
Downloading Some Bullshit
Many, many people believe that the Recording Industry Association of America is a giant hairy tumor on the neck of the music business.
Life Sans Music
As I write this, I am recovering from spending two weeks without hearing music of any sort. Two. Fucking. Weeks. It’s been awful, really awful, and, for the most part, mind-bendingly depressing.
Employees Of The Month
EMA hails from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, a factoid she has a hard time keeping to herself. Next time you talk to her, keep track of how often she says “Mount Rushmore,” “Sturgis,” or “Lieutenant Governor Dennis Daugaard.”
Letter From The Guest Editor
Here's some advice for anyone pondering guest-editing the Anti-Music Issue of a magazine in the future: Don't tell anyone else what you're doing. It'll just complicate things.
Fear Of Music
Do you know someone who says they don’t like music? Someone who doesn't own a single CD or an iPod? Are they always turning the radio down? And when pressed on the subject, do they shrug and say they don’t really “get” music?
$ell Your Music With Prose!
In the 1990s, the manufacturing cost of a compact disc was a little over a dime. It had cost four times as much to manufacture a vinyl album, meaning that the switch from vinyl to CD slashed operating costs for record labels large enough to own the...
Keeping It Bleak
There are certain types of tours where you barely make it off the floor. And if you do, the couch is a sweet, sweet blessing.