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Sony Intentionally Crashes Customers' Computers
Uttles writes "According to Yahoo!, Celine Dion's latest CD will not play in computer drives. In fact: 'Should the consumer try to play Dion's CD on a PC or Macintosh, the computer likely will crash.' How is this legal?" Since Sony admits that their product is designed to cause damage to your computer system, almost anyone would likely have a good lawsuit against them. Attention Celine Dion and all musicians: crashing your fans' computers is not a good business practice. No matter what your agent says.
dion must die!
...play Celine Dion? Seriously?
"The problem with the French is that they don't have a word for 'entrepeneur'." -George W. Bush
I'm a 20 year old male studying engineering.
;)
I have ~ 15 gigs of mp3's (perhaps 3 gigs are ripped from cd's that I own).
I'm mostly into prog metal/heavy metal, but i love listening to Celine Dion. If that makes you think less of me, fine, but don't generalize too much
I would argue that unless a (real) music artist uses this format then it would actually be for the far lesser audience... =P
(case in point, how many teenage female titanicites/older gay men/older love-lonely women do you know use linux? There's the Celine Dion marketshare right there)
Video meliora proboque deteriora sequor - Ovidius
there are worse things to worry about.
You must be new here. Moderators have always been idiots.
MISS KITTEN FRONT PAGE ON AUDIO GALAXY
Miss Kittin & The Hacker
80s revival? Kittin, armed with loads of irony and a deadpan that would turn Peter Sellers green, skewers the self-absorption, soulless vanity, hyperconsumption and celebrity obsession of the Me decade. Miss Kittin They say there's an Eighties revival on. If that turns out to be more than a media-contrived mirage, I'd like to congratulate Miss Kittin for pretty much raining on everyone's parade. Because, while Mods in skinny ties gyrate to revival New Wave and dance floors bump to faux-cheese House homage, Kittin's dry husk vocals show off a side of Eighties culture that a lot of these closet Renaissance Fair kids would rather ignore. Kittin, armed with loads of irony and a deadpan that would turn Peter Sellers green, skewers the self-absorption, soulless vanity, hyperconsumption and celebrity obsession of the Me decade.
"Kittin now delivers two very different albums, with two different production partners." Having appeared on one of the flagship bits of the supposed revival, Felix Da Housecat's Kittenz and Thee Glitz, Kittin now delivers two very different albums, with two different production partners. On both albums, the music is notable mostly for its synths-and-drum-machines simplicity, though each producer has his own take on their synth-pop inspirations. Kittin's contributions are what make them both truly worthwhile, reflecting smartly on both the music and the time that spawned it.
At one end of her personality is First Album, in collaboration with programmer The Hacker. The cover's murderous vignette neatly sums up the bleak, gothic tone within. The pulsating beats are mechanical and cold, less likely to be mistaken for Yello than Bauhaus. Tracks like "1982" and "Frank Sinatra" are hilariously cynical, chronicling glamorous nights on the town without a hint of zest or passion. "To be famous is so nice. Suck my dick, kiss my ass," she demands on "Sinatra," obviously getting nothing from the demand of subservience or the acts themselves. Here, Miss Kittin plays the ultimate art-damage casualty, a jet-set corpse droning through life one martini at a time. First Album, while not uniformly dark, is definitely not "dance."
Producer Golden Boy, on the other hand, has populated or with glammy, melodic, often energetic beats. Even here Kittin is too cool for school, a snide bitch smoking Carelias in a corner booth and making fun of all the little people out on the dancefloor looking silly. Everyone hates her, but her running commentary is sharp: "What do you think of this track? Here comes another break..." But then again, the propulsive, pretty "Rippin Kittin" showcases both Kittin's genuine singing ability and the provocative question: "Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?" First Album may be better as a whole, but this song is the only moment when irony most convincingly cedes to art, when both Kittin's icy detachment and the mechanical music she shields herself with mingle in the perfect balance of self-conscious critique and genuine enjoyment.
Best Miss Kittin quote, "Suck my Dick, lick my ass."
Death to Celine Dion, I wish Ovarian cancer upon her. Death to those who destroy the sanctity that is OUT computer.
Islam is Death, Death to Islam.
I don't see how discriminating against homosexuals has anything to do with Sony trying to protect it's property from digital music pirates. One must realize, not until that past few years has the computer become a "digital hub". Before, people used to play their CDs the good old fashion way, in their home or car stereo. Since that was what audio CDs were originally designed to do, Sony really isn't taking anything away from the consumer. If it states all over the CD and case that it will not work on a PC or Mac then I guess it's not much different than that sticker on your car that says "Unleaded Gasoline Only". If you're stupid enough to put diesel fuel in, don't go crying about how your car wont start.
why is this filth even allowed on /. ?
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muslim women can be the nicest people, _even if_ they don't put up...
keep your white supremacist trash off
Morality has no place in America. We are a capitalist society.
Rather, since we are a capitalistic society, he who has the money dictates the morales. Those with the money, the corporations, have morals; its just that those morals don't really care about joe sixpack (aside from viewing him as a natural resource).