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
Sound Off
A 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.
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