spolgar wrote:I posted a link to the torrent for the movie Network and I remember that I got a bit nagged. I felt like I was being a bit cheap too, so the nag worked.
I do have this crazy hope that if enough truly fine art was supported, people would try and create more truly fine art. At any rate, it's better for people to see that movie than to not see that movie, and it's not like the director isn't, most sadly, dead.
In general though, I wish people would pirate Beyonce and Michael Bay out of existence.
spolgar wrote:When you have copyright that expires, what happens is that an era of music suddenly becomes 'The Commons' where radio, media/ads/copy etc can exploit, and often times over exploit it. So what you have in the song writing industry is a constant need to not have a sound that resembles anyone famous in the last 25 years. In fact, being unique sold.
Now that you wouldn't have that incentive to innovate, things get recycled back into fashion quicker because kids are less liable to have access to their parents songs. So they don't get to hate it and demand something else.
It sounds like then you might end up with some sort of crazy, out-there, societal stability formed through newly connective intergenerational threads as commercial music stabilizes back into a cultural orientation from its current falsely cyclical pattern of profit taking. Or maybe that's just me talking out my arse with wild postulations (hint: it is).
spolgar wrote:Well, I'm just excising negativity from all walks of my life. I should've done it a long time ago. I think subtlety really comes more prevalent in cultures where a fear of authority is the norm. WASP culture doesn't have it, and I think modern African American culture sorta eschews it as well. Chinese culture back home has it with abundance. If paranoid ex-soviet expats**COUGHCOUGH** spies have it, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
Quite possibly. I have a pretty hefty fear of authority. Dunno entirely where it came from? Maybe I'm just well-versed enough in history for it to come naturally...
I doubt the soviet expats I've run into were spies, but I hadn't really even thought of that possibility before.

The impression I've gotten is that they thought it was hellish and wanted as far away as possible.