Tuesday, 26 February 2002
Early this morning I was walking home in the fresh snow, listening to an hour of KPIG I had recorded on my MP3 player. Most of the music I hadn't heard before, or even the fake commercials, but I was singing along because it was good, and I was really happy, exhausted, going home, thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow.
And the RIAA would have me deprived of free (or listener-supported) Internet radio because it wouldn't be possible for the big guys to squeeze everyone else out and feed everyone a steady diet of repetitive drivel. An ignorant consumer is a willing customer, anyone else is a criminal... or something, the way society seems to be evolving.