Somewhere over the past several days I read that an indie record label is kicking off a major promotion giving out coupons for free music downloads at a local coffee house. Really? We’re clipping coupons or giving them out in exchange for free music. Indignation was the fuel that set my hair on fire, and I became what can only be described as a raving bitch.
This strategy is devaluing music in unspeakable ways. Self-incrimination is the only thing stopping me from filling this post full of four-letter words and finger pointing, leaving little doubt which finger I intend to use. It’s not the first time this company in utter arrogance has infuriated me to no end. But why should it matter?
Shouldn’t I be content to sit back in my office of nearly 30 years and gloat over complete idiocy?
No. This is my profession. I am tired of people bastardizing music as an art form.
Can you imagine the look on Beethoven’s face if someone handed him a coupon in exchange for a cup of coffee to listen to a sonata?
We should all give that some thought.