The industry as presently constitutes serves no essential purpose and will be dead in a decade, perhaps less.
Record company execs like to talk about rights and stealing and piracy, but really, who is listening? They are thieves and pirates themselves, and no one cares about them having a dwindling amount of slop with which to stuff their fat faces.
The Internet and pocket mass storage devices destroy the original purpose of music publishing and distribution. Passing laws against using these technologies is like passing laws against using our brains. And about as effective as outlawing drug use.
There are plenty of ways in which established artists can leverage their popularity. Like live concerts, like product endorsements, like commercial sponsorship, grants, like licensing from merchandizing and use of their music in movies and television and radio or on commercial websites. Like fees from Internet music archives. And non-established artists essentially have no chance with the current big money industry, they are greatly enhanced by the Internet in their ability to reach a broad audience.
I don't care what happens to the Record Companies, as long as they die in the end. They exploit and oppress both artists and the listeners. Perhaps they will be replaced by much smaller, less evil entities which act as marketers, promoters, and agents for musicians.
But this nonsense about putting a lock on every device that can store or transmit a bit is truly Orwellian. The Music Exploitation Industry wants everyone to be branded a criminal by default and shackled and placed under Internet home arrest. I wouldn't buy a CD even if I could pay for it with stolen money.
While I grant that Buffy was entertaining light horror/comedy, Whedon's one trick pony recipe of teen angst and sarcastic quips worn pretty thin after three TV series and some dumb movie dialogue. That last thing we need is to be tortured with more low rent shlock from hack Whedon.
Josh Whedon sucks monkey butt. No talent, one dimensional, tasteless cretin. I read an interview where he complained about Halle Berry not delivering his "what happens to a toad when it get's struck by lightning?" line in a sufficiently tongue-in-cheek manner. She delivered it fine, chump. Whedon's not happy unless every girl delivers her lines in smirky teen slayer style
The public got sick of Whedon's monotonous and endless high school hell. Most of his fans were pre-teen girls who eventually grew up and moved on (to such fine fare as "the Bachelor").
And geeks. Sarah Michelle Gellar and Allyssa Hannigan had fantastic geek appeal. Farscape kicks Buffy's pasty ass.
Howard Chaykin's 'American Flagg' comic book/graphic novel series in the 80's was based around an actor who had been replaced on his hit show by a pure simulation.
I'm sure there are earlier examples of sci-fi where television shows and movies are produced entirely using CG actors, but this one sticks out in particular 'cause it was cool.
Man, this sucks on the highest level on non-lethal, non-disfiguring suckage.
I don't even own a television, but I would drive two hundred miles to my folks house roundtrip to watch Farscape. I was going to spring for cable and a big TV *just* to watch Farscape.
For all you retards who think any thought or expression isn't pining over "important" issues and weighty matters, go soak up face time on the mother ship with Sally Struthers. Marxist jaggoffs.
This is about the death of the imagination. Imagination, that thing which the television otherwise sucks straight out of you while you watch it, slowing letting you grow into a soulless mass of apathy and feckless consumer of inexpensive combinations of grease and salt, fat and sugar. Farscape reaks of imagination, like a vivid, freaked out, bizarre dream that reminds you that the mind is bigger than your day job or the daily news.
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Apparently, criticism of Josh Whedon's writing is grounds for censorship.
The industry as presently constitutes serves no essential purpose and will be dead in a decade, perhaps less.
Record company execs like to talk about rights and stealing and piracy, but really, who is listening? They are thieves and pirates themselves, and no one cares about them having a dwindling amount of slop with which to stuff their fat faces.
The Internet and pocket mass storage devices destroy the original purpose of music publishing and distribution. Passing laws against using these technologies is like passing laws against using our brains. And about as effective as outlawing drug use.
There are plenty of ways in which established artists can leverage their popularity. Like live concerts, like product endorsements, like commercial sponsorship, grants, like licensing from merchandizing and use of their music in movies and television and radio or on commercial websites. Like fees from Internet music archives. And non-established artists essentially have no chance with the current big money industry, they are greatly enhanced by the Internet in their ability to reach a broad audience.
I don't care what happens to the Record Companies, as long as they die in the end. They exploit and oppress both artists and the listeners. Perhaps they will be replaced by much smaller, less evil entities which act as marketers, promoters, and agents for musicians.
But this nonsense about putting a lock on every device that can store or transmit a bit is truly Orwellian. The Music Exploitation Industry wants everyone to be branded a criminal by default and shackled and placed under Internet home arrest. I wouldn't buy a CD even if I could pay for it with stolen money.
While I grant that Buffy was entertaining light horror/comedy, Whedon's one trick pony recipe of teen angst and sarcastic quips worn pretty thin after three TV series and some dumb movie dialogue. That last thing we need is to be tortured with more low rent shlock from hack Whedon.
Josh Whedon sucks monkey butt. No talent, one dimensional, tasteless cretin. I read an interview where he complained about Halle Berry not delivering his "what happens to a toad when it get's struck by lightning?" line in a sufficiently tongue-in-cheek manner. She delivered it fine, chump. Whedon's not happy unless every girl delivers her lines in smirky teen slayer style
The public got sick of Whedon's monotonous and endless high school hell. Most of his fans were pre-teen girls who eventually grew up and moved on (to such fine fare as "the Bachelor").
And geeks. Sarah Michelle Gellar and Allyssa Hannigan had fantastic geek appeal. Farscape kicks Buffy's pasty ass.
Howard Chaykin's 'American Flagg' comic book/graphic novel series in the 80's was based around an actor who had been replaced on his hit show by a pure simulation. I'm sure there are earlier examples of sci-fi where television shows and movies are produced entirely using CG actors, but this one sticks out in particular 'cause it was cool.
For all you retards who think any thought or expression isn't pining over "important" issues and weighty matters, go soak up face time on the mother ship with Sally Struthers. Marxist jaggoffs.
This is about the death of the imagination. Imagination, that thing which the television otherwise sucks straight out of you while you watch it, slowing letting you grow into a soulless mass of apathy and feckless consumer of inexpensive combinations of grease and salt, fat and sugar. Farscape reaks of imagination, like a vivid, freaked out, bizarre dream that reminds you that the mind is bigger than your day job or the daily news.
Also, I really liked it.
And Erin. Erin Sune destroys Buffy.