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      Music
      is
      a
      business
      that
      has
     
     
      constantly
      been
      tampered
      with
      by
     
     
      fans
      and
      musicians.
      I
      feel
      sorry
      for
     
     
      all
      those
      record
      label
      bigwigs
      who
     
     
      are
      unable
      to
      feed
      their
      families
     
     
      because
      teenagers
      keep
      stealing
     
     
      money
      out
      of
      their
      pockets
      by
      shar-
     
     
      ing
      songs
      on
      their
      electronic
      type-
     
     
      writer
      devices.
      Yes,
      I
      am
      speaking
     
     
      of
      the
      evils
      of
      Napster,
      the
      latest
     
     
      technology
      that
      prevents
      fine
     
     
      upstanding
      record
      companies
      from
     
     
      making
      an
      honest
      buck.
     
    

    
     
      Now
      I
      don’t
      claim
      to
      know
     
     
      how
      this
      device
      works,
      and
      I
      could
     
     
      care
      less
      what
      a
      Metallica
      is,
      but
     
     
      I’m
      well
      aware
      of
      how
      greedy
     
     
      music
      fans
      are
      to
      muck
      up
      the
      busi-
     
    
   
   
    
     
      the
      first
      player-piano
      was
      invented
     
     
      the
      sheet
      music
      industry
      as
      we
     
     
      know
      it
      was
      almost
      wiped
      out
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Gnvonted
      Nusiniang
     
     
      “
      ta
      VOR,
      “iynusriasis
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ness
      of
      music.
      I
      remember
      when
     
    
   
   
    
     
      because
      people
      no
      longer
      had
      to
     
     
      play
      music
      for
      themselves
      to
      enjoy
     
     
      it.
      My
      grandfather
      who
      owned
      his
     
     
      own
      printing
      press
      had
      to
      sell
      my
     
     
      uncle
      to
      a
      wealthy
      slave
      owner
      just
     
     
      to
      make
      ends
      meet.
     
    

    
     
      I
      remember
      when
      Thomas
     
     
      Edison’s
      phonograph
      was
      _
      first
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and’
      dancars
     
     
      ‘
     
     
      anu
      Udaiiwuis
     
    
   
   
    
     
      alike
      complained
      that
      if
      people
      had
     
     
      access
      to
      music
      on
      a
      disc,
      then
      they
     
     
      would
      never
      go
      to
      concerts
      again.
     
     
      For
      about
      20
      years
      everybody
     
     
      stayed
      inside
      their
      homes
      and
      lis-
     
     
      tened
      to
      the
      latest
      records
      by
      The
     
     
      Gay
      Lords
      and
      the
      Fantastic
      Lads.
     
     
      Those
      were
      the
      good
      old
     
     
      days
      when
      white
      people
      controlled
     
     
      music.
      The
      sacredness
      of
      the
      fami-
     
     
      ly
      was
      maintained
      thanks
      to
      the
     
     
      soothing
      sounds
      of
      a
      gramophone.
     
     
      There
      was
      no
      dancing
      with
      loose
     
     
      women
      or
      drinking.
      And
      all
      was
     
     
      well
      in
      the
      Dominion
      of
      Canada.
     
     
      That
      is
      until
      a
      young
      punk
     
     
      with
      glasses
      started
      gyrating
      his
     
     
      hips
      and
      singing
      about
      Peggy
      Sue
     
     
      at
      roller
      rinks
      and
      burger
      stands.
     
     
      Then
      a
      whole
      generation
      of
      hea-
     
     
      thens
      in
      leather
      slacks
      started
      going
     
     
      to
      rock
      concerts,
      growing
      their
      hair,
     
     
      and
      holding
      drag
      races
      in
      front
      of
     
     
      the
      Legion.
      And
      this
      sort
      of
      behav-
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      kind
      of
      computer.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ior
      spread
      across
      the
      country
      no
     
     
      thanks
      to
      the
      Satanic
      squawk
      box
     
     
      known
      as
      AM
      radio.
     
    

    
     
      Record
      labels
      warned
      us
      all
     
     
      about
      the
      dangers
      of
      radio.
      They
     
     
      said
      that
      radio
      would
      mean
      that
     
     
      they
      would
      no
      longer
      be
      able
      to
      sell
     
     
      phonographs
      because
      everybody
     
     
      could
      hear
      music
      for
      free,
      and
      as
      a
     
     
      result
      disgusting
      Commie
      ideas
      like
     
     
      sharing
      were
      spread
      by
      Beatniks.
     
     
      Radio
      was
      the
      end
      of
      our
      country’s
     
     
      innocense.
     
    

    
     
      It’s
      no
      surprise
      to
      me
      that
     
     
      those
      scientists,
      like
      the
      Dr
      Dre,
     
     
      have
      developed
      new
      technology
     
     
      that
      allows
      people
      to
      listen
      to
      music
     
     
      whenever
      they
      want
      without
      paying
     
     
      the.
      record
      companies
      a
      dime.
     
     
      Science
      has
      always
      been
      the
      enemy
     
    
   
   
    
     
      of
      the
      honest,
      decent,
      Christian
      val-
     
     
      ues
      that
      record
      companies
      repre-
     
     
      sent.
     
    

    
     
      If
      people
      start
      listening
      to
     
     
      music
      for
      free,
      they
      will
      be
      left
      vul-
     
     
      nerable
      loading
      down
      songs
      while
     
     
      the
      conniving
      thugs
      at
      Napster
      will
     
     
      be
      trying
      to
      steal
      our
      automobiles
      -
     
     
      just
      like
      they’re
      stealing
      money
     
     
      from
      record
      labels.
      Don’t
      think
     
     
      they
      won’t.
      If
      you’re
      like
      most
     
     
      fools
      who
      are
      already
      trapped
      in
     
     
      this
      scheme,
      I’m
      sure
      you
      probably
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -have
      an
      AM
      radio
      in
      your
      car.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Not
      me.
      I
      ride
      a
      bicycle
     
     
      equipped
      with
      a
      phonograph,
      so
      I
     
     
      can
      listen
      to
      wholesome
      gospel
     
     
      music
      on
      my
      way
      to
      work.
     
    

    
     
      Put
      that
      in
      your
      pipe
      and
     
     
      smoke
      it,
      Casey
      Kasem.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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