If you ask me the CD-access feature is the least interesting thing about my.mp3.com. The thing that is really cool about mp3.com is
the access to a bajillion independent musical artists from around the whole world.
I could not agree more.
My.mp3.com is a red herring.
The salient feature of mp3.com is its indie music.
With their current playback royalty scheme, mp3.com is paying large amounts of hard cash to
unsigned, independent musicians. There is an 18-year-old in Minnesota who's been making like
$8,000 a month
by producing techno music on a SoundBlaster Live card.
This is the only functioning alternative to the
big-music-label hegemony that I've ever seen. Give it some credit and stop whining about their
my.mp3 program.
Even Towel Daddy himself makes a bit of change with his rocking-yet-commercially-unmarketable music at mp3.com.
RD
I've got the same Aiwa cd/mp3 player, and another benefit is that you don't have a pile of commercial CDs in your car, which, due to their easy resale potential, are like magnets for crowbar-wielding crack junkie car burglars. (I once lived in San Francisco.)
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If you ask me the CD-access feature is the least interesting thing about my.mp3.com. The thing that is really cool about mp3.com is the access to a bajillion independent musical artists from around the whole world.
I could not agree more. My.mp3.com is a red herring. The salient feature of mp3.com is its indie music. With their current playback royalty scheme, mp3.com is paying large amounts of hard cash to unsigned, independent musicians. There is an 18-year-old in Minnesota who's been making like $8,000 a month by producing techno music on a SoundBlaster Live card. This is the only functioning alternative to the big-music-label hegemony that I've ever seen. Give it some credit and stop whining about their my.mp3 program. Even Towel Daddy himself makes a bit of change with his rocking-yet-commercially-unmarketable music at mp3.com. RD
I've got the same Aiwa cd/mp3 player, and another benefit is that you don't have a pile of commercial CDs in your car, which, due to their easy resale potential, are like magnets for crowbar-wielding crack junkie car burglars. (I once lived in San Francisco.)