Good ol’ Pandora. Just when it looks like the whole digital music service thing is about to fade into the background, those asshats raise their whine level a few decibels. This time, they’re asking to take a portion of the musicians’ cut from them, claiming that the musicians are cutting into their fair share. Wait a minute! Wha-a-a-aaat??!!!!!!! Okay, they didn’t put it in those words, but you have to know that’s what they’re telling legal eagles behind closed doors. I have to wonder about the reasoning, though.
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Frank Gutch Jr: Crushed Out: It Was a Party, Jess Roden’s Anthology, Audrey Martell, and Notes You Can Take To the Bank…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Amelia Jay, Audrey Martell, Brother Nature, Crushed Out, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Frank Gutch Jr., Frank Hoier, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jason Lakis, Jess Roden, Mist and Mast, Moselle Spiller, music, Records, Red Rattles, Sam Bond's Garage, Sundowners, The Fire Tapes, WarHen Records, Xenat-Ra on November 14, 2012 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: FREE DOWNLOADS? What? Is It Christmas Already?… Kail Baxley: Music Even Your Momma Would Like… and a Little Knowledge in the Form of Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Allysen Callery, Arborea, Bandcamp, Big Motif, Crushed Out, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Emily Leong, Emily Wolfe, Erin Ivey, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., Frank Hoier, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Javier Escovedo, Jeff Price, Kail Baxley, Ken Stringfellow, Moselle Spiller, music, Noise Trade, Records, Research Turtles, Simone Elyse Stevens, The Stalactites, Trixie Whitley, TuneCore on October 31, 2012 by segarini
Boy, the things some of us have to do to find the free stuff, eh? I was sitting back enjoying college football Saturday when Erin Ivey busts down the door and starts screaming about this Emily Wolfe character and how I have to listen to her album and maybe I can get a free download or something. I was about to throw her out when she got to the “free” part and, well, you know me— cheapest sonofabitch in the lower 48— so I heard her out, checked out Wolfe’s music and then tossed Ivey out on her keister, after which I calmly downloaded Wolfe’s Director’s Notes. At least, that’s the way I choose to remember it and I’m sticking to it.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 