It's June 16, 2024, 05:21:12 AM
We continue to mourn over an industry that has been reported as dead. The eulogy of the music industry reads gloomy and hopeless as we sit sulking as spectators, dressed from head to toe in the respectable color of death, and hiding sarcastic smiles behind our elephant tears. With everyone looking, we point our fingers and mock this dying business. Among the black tailored Armani suits and faint smell of embalming fluid, there seems to be a celebration in the air.Where is the funeral music? Where are the flowers? The pallbearers? Will we carefully place its shell in the back of a hearse as police officers escort our flag-bearing cars to the nearest cemetery? Will we bury it in the ground forever and remember it only on special occasions by marking its grave with plastic flowers and ceramic angels?I find it extremely ironic that so many of us are gloating at this so-called funeral. We seem to have bypassed the predictable elements of the memorial service and send it straight to be cremated and spread the ashes over the world.Why are we entertained by the lack of entertainment revenue? Isn’t this the same business that pays our bills and feeds are families? Why are we attacking it so viciously? Don’t we feel somewhat accountable, or do we feel no responsibility to help? If this is the culture we love then where is our pride and love for our music? We just “Walk On By” as if we have Isaac Hayes playing in our iPod on our daily walk from Jerusalem to Jericho, walking right past the brothers we have robbed and almost beaten to death. Don’t we want to play the part of the Good Samaritan here? The parable here is that we are able to rise above our subpar behavior and attitude.
Thank you so much :-) I appreciate all the love - and all the myspace messages, etc.