The exodus occurred within a decade as support networks, like Limewire allowed substance for our mass consumption for it's value was a rarity in the free gratuity of the internet. The release of sound confined by corporate and industry magnets, who priced a song, artist, venue and image for each nickel and dime had cease shortly to exist. Although, the world wide web, alias for the Wild Wild West had allowed our freedom to reign as music reached avenues beyond mass media but into the very frame of a computer monitor at home. The shift in thought occurred with the multitude of expressive generosities found in music.
The relative new commodity of music is truly only 50 to 60 years ripe, with the sounds of television jingles mingling in our minds reminding us of products to buy. There were no commercial jingles of what to buy or what to follow with Limewire, all we had to do was "squeeze the limes." We had freedom to explore every memory, every notion and every curiosity with the help of programs like it. What is that saying that when life hand you lemons, make lemonade? Well, when life hands you limes and then takes them away, there's only a sour taste left. The fear is that the internet will replicate the greed with restrictions in all aspects. "He who controls the past controls the future, and he who controls the future controls the past." - George Orwell's 1984
Music is a conduit for us all to go into the past and future and now it has been placed with a price tag. So with the end of Limewire, I bid adeiu and it's bittersweet as a believer in music's ability to heal, I see many of us are going to need more band-aids in the times to come.
The removal of Limewire is the equivalent of George Orwell's 1984, Chapter 3
and if we must live in silent times, we must read once more
"We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent there will be no need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always—do not forget this Winston—always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever." - 1984
Sound OffA rolling stone fell on a babylon system as the riders of the storm discovered that the sound remains the same as we were 2,000 light years away, an american idiot gives an american eulogy for a green day when we all said, give peace a chance because there ain't no mountain high enough, but we returned to be a smooth criminal, as you are not alone to scream mercy, mercy me. The material girl was hungry like the wolf cause I got a feeling I can't be tamed because I walk the line back to my roots. Today it's just a bad romance because we can't be friends, you ridin solo and I love the way you lie but I'm not afraid and I'm right above it, living a teenage dream. So go ahead, be cooler than me and know I love you just the way you are.