Interview with MusicNet Chief
prostoalex writes "Alan McGlade, chief of MusicNet, which sells subscriptions to its digital music catalog, talks about his view of digital music market, expectations and life in general."
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This violates our civil liberties, plain and simple. See the following for more information.
Aw, fuck it. Let's go bowling. - The Big Lebowski
Kick, punch, turn and chop tha door. Muthafuckaz.
Until someone gets a universal database that works, with per-song pricing, I don't think anyone will budge.
beware the jabberwock, my son! the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Music is just bits. Bits are free. The media is cheap. Therefore CDs are cheap to produce. This is simple slashdot logic!
No, buying hookers and cocaine for the 5000 middlemen (lawyers, producers, bus drivers, etc., etc.) costs big dollar.
Bartender, another round of WHORES for my friends!
"Cowboy Neal, you Roxorz my sockorz." Said Commander Taco lovingly as they embraced. People on the street yelled at them to leave, but they wouldn't listen. They loved each other too much. As they hugged, and kissed, and laid to the ground, never letting go. "Commander Taco, you wowzers my trousers." Cowboy Neal said. "You're not wearing any." Commander Taco reminded him. As they hugged, the cars on the road honked at them. Not in support, but rather in a vain attempt to get them to move so they could pass. But Cowboy Neal and Commander Taco did not care about cars. The only form of transportation they cared about was the man train. Weeks upon weeks of playing Cho Anki and watching Men Alone II: The KY connection had come to a boiling point. Cowboy Neal had a big big hunger for man-taco. This would not be fully fulfilled, but he was thankful for the mini-taco anyway.
"Will you marry me, Cowboy Neal?" Commander Taco asked. "Of coarse I will!" he squealed giddily. They stared at each other akwardly for a moment. "Uh... where's the ring?" asked Cowboy Neal. "Oh! Right!" said Commander Taco as he assumed the goatse position. Cowboy Neal was up to his elbow in the spiciest of taco sauces. He never found the ring. That didn't stop him for searching for the next eleven hours.
Then they were both taken to jail for sodomy and raped in jail, much to their delight.
You can not stop us
We have the AC
You die now
Are you afraid?
Death to Commander Taco
Death to Cowboy Neal
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