Friday, March 23, 2007

Should we be internet pirates?

I'm in lazy mode today, a quick copy and paste of someone elses text shall fill the void that is my daily update.

For many whom pop by the following is nothing new, in fact its embarrassingly old talk, but for many whom are new to this internet lark, this digital music lark, this downloading lark, this poor chaps experience highlights so much about why the music industry resembles a headless chicken.

How I Became A Music Pirate

I thought I was the music industry's dream consumer.

As a 40 year old male with a long-standing passion for "all things music," I've spent a bundle on my collection. In college most of my waking hours were spent wandering around record stores, swap meets and record conventions, much to the dismay of the women I was ostensibly dating. Then again, the fact that I also worked as a DJ at the radio station and hung out with obsessive record collector types probably didn't help matters in the romance department.

Then while in grad school in the 1990s, I became busy replacing many of my vinyl releases with CD's. At the same time, entrepreneurial music industry types began to exploit the market for out-of-print recordings by reissuing long out-of-print records on CD formats, which of course I
instantly snapped up.

So here I sit circa 2007 with a house filled with over 1000 vinyl records and around 800 CD's. If you figure about $12 per recording as an accurate average, that's somewhere around $20,000. Not a bad chunk of change for the music business, I say.

Last week while I was busy importing my CD's into iTunes so I could listen to them on my iPod (a most tedious task), I hopped on the internet. iTunes was busy importing a Luna CD, one of my favorite bands, so I decided to see what they were up to since they disbanded a few years back. After a few clicks in Google, I found a blog site describing a posthumous, internet-only release of a collection of covers the band had recorded throughout their career. While I already had many of the songs (they were often featured on b-sides and imported singles, etc.), I couldn't resist tracking down this compilation. As I read further on the blog site I encountered a link to a .zip file containing the entire collection ripped as 128kbps mp3's.

While I must admit being tempted to simply click away and download the collection, I though to myself, "Well, if I buy the music it's only $10, and this way I will get high quality .WAV files. Besides, it's not like Luna were getting rich off of their careers, they could use the money..."

So I headed to Rhino's online store, purchased the music, and downloaded the files.

A little later that evening, I tried to move the .WMA files into iTunes, when I received an error message telling me that iTunes could not import them because they were copy protected. I downloaded the files again (which took another 12 minutes) and again, the same message.

So I called Rhino customer support and after an 8 minute wait spoke with a representative. She informed me that the files were indeed copy protected so that I could only play them on specific music players, most notably not iTunes.

"You don't understand," I said, "These files were not copied or pirated, I actually purchased them."

"Well" she responded, "You didn't actually purchase the files, you really purchased a license to listen to the music, and the license is very specific about how they can be played or listened to."

Now I was baffled. "Records never came with any such restrictions," I said.

She replied, "Well they were supposed to, but we weren't able to enforce those licenses back then, and now we can"

She later went on to explain that I could burn the songs to a CD and listen to them in a regular CD player, but I would need an additional Windows based music player to listen to them on my computer. But either way, she suggested there was no way the files could be played on my iPod.

Frustrated, I hung up and began my search for a Windows application to allow me to burn the music to a CD. After downloading Nero and firing it up, imagine my frustration when I receive another error message telling me it cannot locate the licenses for the music I purchased.

I call Rhino again, and this time speak to a young male CSR. He explains that I need updated licenses in order to burn the music and often the problem is that many firewalls will allow the music to pass through the firewall, but not the licenses because of their encryption schemes. Lest you think I am exaggerating, I included below the following text from their website (apparently this is a big enough problem that it warrants mentioning in their FAQ):

1. Temporarily disable all firewall and pop-up blocker software you may be running on your computer.

2. Attempt the download again

If the Licensing portion of the download is still hanging, please update the Digital Rights Management (DRM) component on your computer via the following URL: http://drmlicense.one.microsoft.com/Indivsite/indivit2.htm

The friendly CSR representative then suggests that I try once more to download the files and licenses and if I still have no luck to try accessing the internet from other providers such as a local coffee shop, library, or work computer.

"Basically, just keep downloading the music until you find a gateway that let's your licenses through without problems"

While I would like to say I responded with something witty, I must admit to being completely flummoxed. There I sat, a loyal music fan who has shelled out actual money to a business that is supposed to be having financial problems, and the best they can do is tell me to wander the streets of Seattle looking for different internet providers who might allow me to download the music that I have already paid for, music that I have spent the better part of three house trying to listen to, and which is still unusable?

How on earth have things come to this?!?!?!

Honestly, if this is the best you can do, you're business is in really, really serious trouble.

I mean, could you imagine the consumer response if Coke could only be consumed from specific Coke-approved equipment, and then only in the specific ways that the folks at Coke wanted the product to be consumed. "drinking Coke with fast food is no problem, but we must warn you that your license forbids the mixing of Coke with any alcoholic beverages..."

In the end, I never was able to get the music to play on anything--my computer, on a CD or on my iPod. I invested $10, several hours of my time, and my reward was, well, nothing.

I'd like to say I was outraged, but in the end I must admit to feeling remarkably sad and deflated over the whole process. See, the thing is, I was raised on music. I was saved by music. I (used to) live for music. Lester Bangs wasn't my idol, he was my soul mate (in a matter of speaking).

I've devoted a not-inconsequential chunk of my life to collecting music; to tracking down obscure records, cassettes, 8-Tracks and CD's of all genres and styles. And now apparently that is all but over. Music has somehow evolved from tangible things into amorphous collections of 1's and 0's guarded over by interested parties as if they were gold bullion. How so very sad.

I would like to think that someone at a place like Rhino would care enough to not let these kinds of things happen. But alas, my suspicion is that anyone who would have been cool enough to work at Rhino in their heyday some twenty years ago would never be so callous, foolish or shallow to allow these kind of absurdities to occur.

Since I've resigned myself not to waste any more time with the music business, I suppose I'll have to resort to purchasing used CD's & records, or having my friends occasionally make me a copy of one of their newer CD's.

Call it piracy. Call it whatever you want. But at least I tried. I gave you several chances and you failed miserably at every level.

Jarrett


The spooky thing and perhaps why I've posted this in its entirity (other than the being lazy action) is the similarities this chap has to myself, in his passion for and background coming into this thing called music.

I've lived through enough format changes to realise that the format is but a passing thing, except in the case of vinyl thus far, MP3s will not be here for ever or for long, their ones & zeros will be replaced by a better file format or broadband will eventually be of a quality that WAV files will be the format that dominates - why fork out for substandard formats?

We haven't done that since the demise of the cassette tape -well CDs are a crappy format and one that is def on the way out, not due to it having run its course but because people don't need nor want them, the i-pod has seen to that, well other digital devices have also paid a part, but its still that flawed piece of kit, the i-pod, that is associated with digitial devices - oh how I look forward to the day the i-pod no longer is fashionable for music is more important than the playback device.... at least to me it is.

There are many things I miss in my life, with regards to music:

One is the thrill of the purchase - I miss being able to wander round a series of record stores, chatting to the staff and other customers, listening to tunes and walking out with a slab or six of wax that I'd just found or at worst some gems I wanted but hadn't intended purcahsing. I miss standing in BPM and realising there was nothing new I wanted which happened from time to time, so I'd grab a moodymann 12" I didn't have instead. For anything close to this experience musically now I can only get it in Auckland via the internet stores, for the physical ones simply on't cater to people like me anymore, yes there are some exceptions that do a grand job in vinyl etc but not for my very varied and eclectic tastes.

I also miss the talking about music, that has dominated my life since about the age of 16. I used to have a very large circle of friends that our primary talk was centered all around music. I guess its only natural that this disipates over time as my friends grew up and got lives. There's still a few souls I can and do talk music with a lot, and I treasure these conversations and their friendships. And whilst its no big deal to a middle aged chap for this to not be the primary aspect of conversation in my social circles anymore I also get the feeling for many younger people music isn't as dominant a talking point as it once was, and here I am thinking about the music nutters, not 'normal' people.

What was once will possibly never be again, I've lived through a time that is not to be repeated, I am by all intents a dinosaur and have paid the price for being redundant in this modern world.

Yet I can't help but dream of earlier days, of times when a album was a friend for life, a time when many evenings were spent with firneds simply lisening to music and talking about our very different takes on what we liked and oh how we shared our collections and passions for artists works.

I often think back to my University days when with a couple of friends (on ya Phil!!) and I would travel up to Auckland to go record shopping, nothing more. We'd spend all our money and drive home debating who got first dibs on the stereo and on arrival home we'd take turns playing our purchases to each other whilst drinking and smoking whatever was at hand. Simple and bloody marvelous times.

I wish the younger generation had something similar, a virtual trip to juno or beatport its simply not the same.

I also remember a time when one could keep up with pretty much all the developments in music, the various genres and artists and developments... nowadays you're doing bloody well if you can keep up with a sub genre of a sub genre and its not for lack of resources, information is easier to get than ever, but the proliferation of music is simpy too vast and daunting for all but the obsessed to keep up with in any manner and even then no one can keep on top of anything in general.

I'm rambling... so I'll shut up now... if you do anything to do with music today might I suggest that you listen to something you haven't heard for years, find a old friend and relive the rush of discovery and the wonderment and joy of catching up with a dear old friend.

I've grabbed my Great Unwashed collection on CD to revisit today and for something new another listen to the fucking wonderful Grinderman album.

Rock on and remember beer and music do go together.











As I go to post this I have just checked my email and I see one that covers some of what I've just waffled on about... awesome tomorrow's blog post is sorted now too.

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