Having failed to persuade anyone other than clueless members of Congress but I repeat myself that the impending Death of the Music Industry is the fault of those evil downloaders, said Industry perhaps should consider the idea that no one really gives a rat’s rump anymore:
Bill Gibson proposes that music has become “achronous,” that is, beyond time. For today’s youth, music is something on their music appliance, and has no real historical niche. I would add that the only exception to that and it is a jarring one is live concerts featuring dinosaur rockers. You can plug your JebusPhone’s speakers into your ears and watch an old Dick Clark, Ed Sullivan, or MTV video, and feel seemless young with your faves. Or, if you are young today, you can imagine that music is as young as you are.
Not being one of today’s youth, I react the same way to 1965 stuff now that I did in, well, 1965. I picked that specific year because it was the first year I spent my own money on music. The last one, I suppose, will be the one where I begin the everlasting dirt nap.