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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Unsent Dear RIAA: I have not, formerly, shared the loathing with which most of the on-line world views you. However, it is beginning to rise up within me. I have, till now, been a model consumer of music. I buy new, unopened CDs from licensed retailers or, occasionally, the artists themselves; I do not download music on-line or trade it with others who have done so. I share a general righteous indignation about your attempted crackdowns on other music consumers, but I have not previously been personally offended by it. However. About this "CDs that can't be played on computers" thing. The only way I ever play CDs is on my computer. I put them in my CD drive, put on my headphones, and listen to them while I'm at work to entertain me and make the day go by faster. And when you computer-protect CDs, I can't fucking listen to the damn things. And do you know what that means? I'm pretty much going to stop buying CDs, because they don't do much good if I can't fucking listen to them. (I am aware of the Sharpie trick, but haven't tried it. Yet.) You really have an astonishing capability to turn consumers against you with a violence unsurpassed since the publication of Unsafe at Any Speed. Including, now, me. Sincerely, Zhaba [ at 11:40 AM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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