i used to be one of those people who rushed out every tuesday to get new music. my cd collection is quite expansive and i’m a music junkie in every sense of the word. in one of the towns i formerly lived in, i shopped so much, they started to give me the employee discount. yes, it was quite the habit.
since i’ve moved the washington d.c. metro area (read: less money) my music purchases have tapered off to next to nil. in fact besides yourmusic.com & bmg, i’ve only bought about 4 cds in the last 18 months. does this make me less of a music lover? no it just makes me someone who loves musicly dearly but whose money is better appropriated to things like, oh rent.
today i bought two new cd’s ; common’s be & shelby lynne’s suit yourself (LOVE her so much) and i have to admit that the giddyness of cracking open that oh so hard to open plastic and reading the liner notes was satisfying. i haven’t even listened to the discs yet (although i’ve had common for about a month) but i feel good about owning them and supporting artists.
what i can’t get behind are record companies who seek to insult my intelligence and my wallet by pricing cd’s beyong my admittedly poor means. music is for sharing. what’s the fun of loving an album if no one else can share in your affection? this isn’t some tyrannical essay about the spoils of music file-sharing or my attempt at legitimizing my own musical theft; but i have to wonder why, if the music industry really feels good about the products that they’re releasing, wouldn’t they want to share with consumers