I always pay for music.
Feb. 22nd, 2012 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vinceconawayI was on the original Napster and migrated to Limewire when it was shut down. Then iTunes happened and suddenly music was widely available for a reasonable price; I haven't stolen music since. I've given and been given mix CDs, which have resulted in new fans on both sides of the exchange, but if I want a song I pay for it.
As a musician, sometimes things are going well and I barely notice online sales. Other times, however, I get a notification that a check has been deposited into my account and it changes my day. I get discouraged and dragged down, and being informed that someone still cares enough to buy my music even when I'm not around can reverse the pessimistic narrative in my head.
And I like to think I can do that for someone else.
In 2007 I was in NYC and had tickets to see Bif Naked. I was wandering through the city that morning and dropped by the venue to make sure I could find it later, where I was pretty sure I saw her sitting on the curb in tears. I chalked it up to mistaken identity until I read the Village Voice over lunch.
Their commentary on her career would have made me cry too.
I wish I'd read the article first, been able to approach and tell her what asshats the music reviewers were. I hadn't, and couldn't, but I hope that my 99¢ might get that point across.
And I feel that way every time I click "buy".
As a musician, sometimes things are going well and I barely notice online sales. Other times, however, I get a notification that a check has been deposited into my account and it changes my day. I get discouraged and dragged down, and being informed that someone still cares enough to buy my music even when I'm not around can reverse the pessimistic narrative in my head.
And I like to think I can do that for someone else.
In 2007 I was in NYC and had tickets to see Bif Naked. I was wandering through the city that morning and dropped by the venue to make sure I could find it later, where I was pretty sure I saw her sitting on the curb in tears. I chalked it up to mistaken identity until I read the Village Voice over lunch.
Their commentary on her career would have made me cry too.
I wish I'd read the article first, been able to approach and tell her what asshats the music reviewers were. I hadn't, and couldn't, but I hope that my 99¢ might get that point across.
And I feel that way every time I click "buy".
