I am a vinyl addict. The gateway drug was radio. When it was riding the crest of the wave before TV came along and kicked it to the curb that wasn’t there. Before TV which a lot of people thought would be the death of radio, a format already writhing in pain. You could only get so big and radio was gargantuan— a seething mass of gelatinous goo— an 800 pound gorilla. By the time I came along, everyone had a radio.
1. Usufructed, and it ain’t fun. Before you ever wrote or even heard that first note of that first song, the cards were already stacked against you. Record labels, publishing companies and every other segment of what would build into the corporate structure which is the music industry have plotted against you from the start. Of course, it was done legally. God forbid that Universal or BMI take anything from you as regards what finally was termed your “intellectual property”. God forbid that they treat the worker bees creating that which they would build into a multi-billion dollar industry like so much chattel. I mean, after all, corporations are people, right? And we know what people do to each other on a constant basis.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 