One evening in Manhattan in the mid ‘70s I was leaving
Rockefeller Center for home and the thunder began.
I could have taken a subway, but chose to dance my way
“Singing in the Rain,” literally.
The way things seem headed, if I tried it today the
copyright police would be after me.
Yes the industry has slipped some new obstacles past us, but
they seem to be losing the war.
Entertainment is about the only bright thing on the horizon
in these dismal days. Don’t expect any sympathy from the 99 when all that money
is going to the 1ers.
A quietly negotiated Web strangling agreement is being
repudiated. A European judge blocked an order requiring social media to insert
filters to prevent copyright abuse.
Back in the day many, if not most, would have had no
argument with making sure entertainers got their fair share. With the earnings
in the billions it is hard to shed more than a crocodile tear.
The concept of making music cheaper and infinitely easier to
acquire, might have held the high ground.
Not so when an online bookseller got $15 from me for a Kindle
edition by a little-known writer.
Few subjects are less prone to be targets of the Occupy
people.
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