To share or not to share, that is the question.
WARNING: One long arse rambling ahoy!
The Art and Etiquette of File-Sharing.
I rarely do controversial post, but this topic has been haunting in the attic of my cerebrum for a few days. It was a work in progress, however, I am feeling avant-guarde today so, here be my 2 knuts.
I am a music-illiterate. Up until a little over 2 years ago – before the mass explosion of the thing called Pod – my knowledge of music and musical artists was limited to erm...pretty much...nothing, sub-zero, actually.
Luckily, I have friends in cyberworld who were willing to enlighten me out of my idiotic state. They introduced me to [fill in whichever diety of your choice here]'s gift that is the File Sharing Community.
The concept is easy to understand. The FSC was made up of many individual music enthusiasts, music lovers, music artists and music promoters. The FSC was extremely friendly and they welcomed the music-idiot – that's me – with open hearts, open arms and unlimited open jukebox.
All I had to do was ask, and one or more of the FSC friendly music experts will give me detailed information on any particular musical artist(s) in the history of time, including how many album(s) they released, what are/were their hits, and a few complimentary tracks featuring his/their favorites.
The idea is...Spread Teh Lurve, Baby! Spread. Teh. Lurve!!
But then, there was trouble in Paradise. Big trouble. BIG, Bada-BOOM sort of trouble that involved legal court and lawyer-sharks and escape-goat named Napster and many sacrificial lambs in the form of innocent teenagers being dragged out from their basements and tar-and-feathered on the streets in the name of Copyrights and Piracy.
Believe you me, I am not taking side. Oh no, not I.Honestly. Really.
So, here is my single-cell organism, amoeba-view perspective.
As I suggested before, my musical knowledge had grown so much with file sharing. I'm still no music experts but many artists/bands that I would never, ever, have heard of were introduced through the File Sharing System, courtesy of FSC.
People send me music files to say hello, to cheer me up, to share their love, to communicate that they are sorry for hurting my feelings, or just for my writing motivation.
Vise-versa, if I fell in love with a song or if I like some Indy, no-name band, I introduce the band and/or the song into the system and before I know it, there are talks of groupies getting together for their concerts in various parts of the country and some major cities in Canada. The exchange of Christmas gifts in the form of their CDs; not just in the US territory but across the pond and across the sea.
File Sharing is for private use. I may transfer the files onto a CD and give it to friend who I know would appreciate a particular style. I do not burn the files onto a CD and sell them out of my trunk in the corner of the street.
I made no profits except for the satisfaction that there are people out there sharing something I feel passionate about. I am not the only lonely soul who speaks of alien entity that no one else understand.
My point is the File Sharing System is a great tool in introducing your name, face, style and what not into the main stream population, especially in this age of information overload.
I have bought - and made other people buy - arts, music, literatures from the artists that I was exposed to via file sharing. Some of them I can say I know them on personal basis, some was a friend of a friend of a friend, where the friend was kind enough to introduce us. It can be as simple as a fan-letter response and grew into a fan-appreciation piece. Yes, there were, also, the exchange of Christmas gifts and many of them were delivered through the File Sharing System and can be shared with anyone who cared to take it.
I tried to respect the artist as much as possible. So, if I know of any artists who strongly oppose to file sharing, then, I exercise my hands-off policy. However, ignorance as it may be, if I don't know, then it's considered Free Territory.
Lads and ladies, do not shun away ALL File Sharing System as invasion of Copyrights. Human, these day, has the attention span of evaporating dry-ice and there are too much information out there to give equal love and attention to. You may have to force them to recognize you, beat them into submission, or GIVE THEM FREE STUFF in order to be known.
It's a give and take process. You want to be righteous and remain unrecognized; sleep with your copyrights and share it with no one? It's your rights. I respect that, but please know that no matter how much I'm itching to have the world know you, I cannot promote your work unless you want to enter into my dirty, low-class, illegal world of Piracy. Land-ho, matey!
...
The above part of the entry shall not be duel-posted to the usual morbid journal because every single soul on the friendlist shall point and laugh in my face, asking me as to why am I making this into such a big deal? Then, each of them will send me 62 songs to my jukebox to cheer me up and rooting me on.
...
In other OMHG!bbq note:
I woke up today and saw the posting voice ofGod my Sekrit Sooper Hero Sunshine.
In addition, there was song, in a share-file form, and the sacrifice of two cabin-boys in my mailbox. Asdflkfjahggl;;;sdjf!!1!1!!!eleven $@%#$^^
Nothing in 'verse can stop me now.
Today shall be celebrated. There shall be throwing of confetti. There shall be dancing in the streets to the honor of those nekkid sacrificialcabin-boys lambs. There shall be many a singing off-key to the piracy songs of the high sea. Sing-ho, sailors!
The Art and Etiquette of File-Sharing.
I rarely do controversial post, but this topic has been haunting in the attic of my cerebrum for a few days. It was a work in progress, however, I am feeling avant-guarde today so, here be my 2 knuts.
I am a music-illiterate. Up until a little over 2 years ago – before the mass explosion of the thing called Pod – my knowledge of music and musical artists was limited to erm...pretty much...nothing, sub-zero, actually.
Luckily, I have friends in cyberworld who were willing to enlighten me out of my idiotic state. They introduced me to [fill in whichever diety of your choice here]'s gift that is the File Sharing Community.
The concept is easy to understand. The FSC was made up of many individual music enthusiasts, music lovers, music artists and music promoters. The FSC was extremely friendly and they welcomed the music-idiot – that's me – with open hearts, open arms and unlimited open jukebox.
All I had to do was ask, and one or more of the FSC friendly music experts will give me detailed information on any particular musical artist(s) in the history of time, including how many album(s) they released, what are/were their hits, and a few complimentary tracks featuring his/their favorites.
The idea is...Spread Teh Lurve, Baby! Spread. Teh. Lurve!!
But then, there was trouble in Paradise. Big trouble. BIG, Bada-BOOM sort of trouble that involved legal court and lawyer-sharks and escape-goat named Napster and many sacrificial lambs in the form of innocent teenagers being dragged out from their basements and tar-and-feathered on the streets in the name of Copyrights and Piracy.
Believe you me, I am not taking side. Oh no, not I.
So, here is my single-cell organism, amoeba-view perspective.
As I suggested before, my musical knowledge had grown so much with file sharing. I'm still no music experts but many artists/bands that I would never, ever, have heard of were introduced through the File Sharing System, courtesy of FSC.
People send me music files to say hello, to cheer me up, to share their love, to communicate that they are sorry for hurting my feelings, or just for my writing motivation.
Vise-versa, if I fell in love with a song or if I like some Indy, no-name band, I introduce the band and/or the song into the system and before I know it, there are talks of groupies getting together for their concerts in various parts of the country and some major cities in Canada. The exchange of Christmas gifts in the form of their CDs; not just in the US territory but across the pond and across the sea.
File Sharing is for private use. I may transfer the files onto a CD and give it to friend who I know would appreciate a particular style. I do not burn the files onto a CD and sell them out of my trunk in the corner of the street.
I made no profits except for the satisfaction that there are people out there sharing something I feel passionate about. I am not the only lonely soul who speaks of alien entity that no one else understand.
My point is the File Sharing System is a great tool in introducing your name, face, style and what not into the main stream population, especially in this age of information overload.
I have bought - and made other people buy - arts, music, literatures from the artists that I was exposed to via file sharing. Some of them I can say I know them on personal basis, some was a friend of a friend of a friend, where the friend was kind enough to introduce us. It can be as simple as a fan-letter response and grew into a fan-appreciation piece. Yes, there were, also, the exchange of Christmas gifts and many of them were delivered through the File Sharing System and can be shared with anyone who cared to take it.
I tried to respect the artist as much as possible. So, if I know of any artists who strongly oppose to file sharing, then, I exercise my hands-off policy. However, ignorance as it may be, if I don't know, then it's considered Free Territory.
Lads and ladies, do not shun away ALL File Sharing System as invasion of Copyrights. Human, these day, has the attention span of evaporating dry-ice and there are too much information out there to give equal love and attention to. You may have to force them to recognize you, beat them into submission, or GIVE THEM FREE STUFF in order to be known.
It's a give and take process. You want to be righteous and remain unrecognized; sleep with your copyrights and share it with no one? It's your rights. I respect that, but please know that no matter how much I'm itching to have the world know you, I cannot promote your work unless you want to enter into my dirty, low-class, illegal world of Piracy. Land-ho, matey!
...
The above part of the entry shall not be duel-posted to the usual morbid journal because every single soul on the friendlist shall point and laugh in my face, asking me as to why am I making this into such a big deal? Then, each of them will send me 62 songs to my jukebox to cheer me up and rooting me on.
...
In other OMHG!bbq note:
I woke up today and saw the posting voice of
In addition, there was song, in a share-file form, and the sacrifice of two cabin-boys in my mailbox. Asdflkfjahggl;;;sdjf!!1!1!!!eleven $@%#$^^
Nothing in 'verse can stop me now.
Today shall be celebrated. There shall be throwing of confetti. There shall be dancing in the streets to the honor of those nekkid sacrificial
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