Juno? Naw ... D'joo? ... In a way, I'm kind of proud of myself, I didn't think it was possible to just do the Confucius thing ("The way out is by the door; why will no one use this method?") but I stumbled into a report on this year's Juno Awards and, well no, I didn't. I didn't know any of them, not a one, at least none of those mentioned in the article ... except maybe Anne Murray and it probably would take serious electroshock to remove that memory. The rest of the roster were as alien to me as might be the award winners at a Bangra Festival!

I can't tell you who won the last round of Grammys either, and what's more, as obsessed as I am with music, these holes in my knowledge do not bother me in the least. Totally and completely irrelevent, as irrelevent as serial numbers to the sound of a saxophone. Man that's a nice feeling.

It's words like this that alienate appreciators:

"When an individual makes a copy of a song for himself, I suppose we can say he stole a song." Making "a copy" of a purchased song is just "a nice way of saying 'steals just one copy'," she [RIAA lawyer] said.

Response around the Greenleaf office:

If this kind of thing doesn't make you want to run as fast as you can in the opposite direction of anything having to do with "established" record business types, I don't know what would.
[ Greenleaf: RIAA vs Radiohead ]

Precisely. It's bad enough they push faux experience and then reward themselves for doing it as if it meant something, but then they turn around to stalk and sue folks for sharing lossy fragments of those prize-pig shadows? That's just weird.

Fortunately, however, there are plenty more fish in the sea, plenty more real live music out there to be heard and, heck, there's even a way more photogenic Juno out there!