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So I am watching the thrilling Andre Agassi match last night when one of those nifty Ipod ads comes on. Who is the star of it? Mr. "New technology in music has wrecked the sound" Dylan, that is who.
Look, I am not slamming the guy for doing a commercial to get more people to listen to his parody songs. I just think it is a MAJOR piece of hypocrisy to take money from Apple, while spouting off the way he has.
I ask his legion of tone deaf followers to PLEASE defend this choice of his.
I wrote in the initial post that I agree in some ways that there is some sound benefits to recordings on vinyl. What I was going off on was that I think it's short-sighted, as CD's were easier and keep their quality of sound longer, unless you are some dude from a Nick Hornsby novel who caresses each record when pulling in and out of its sleeve.
On the subject of MP3 players, I love it, as it allows me to bring my whole musical collection with me. I will put up with a slight diminshed sound for this great convenience. I paid cold hard cash for my MP3 player, so the company could go right back around and give it to Bob Dylan. Ouch.
I didn't get into the long history of sound quality because this is a blog. I'm not a writer for a music magazine, so sorry, but I don't spend a month on each piece like I'm Ben Fong-Torres gettng paid in money and coke from Jan Wenner.
In regards to the self-serving disappointment, I will cop to the self-serving part.
gpellamjr-
I appreciate your post, as it's the best one I've read here from a Dylan fan. I like that Dylan has a large contrarian streak. Guess what, so do I, which is part of why I wrote the piece on him. I like to take on sacred cows when they need to be tipped over. Maybe it's because I'm from Iowa and it's a birthright to cow-tip.
I'm stopping for now, as I need to compose myself, because that piece of self-deprecating comedy was hilarious!
American's Finest Self-serving Disappointment
Scott Long
it's Mike's Baseball/rants he can rant about was he pleases to rant about.
ps you go boy! (Mike)
keep up the good work.
I recently spent two entire weeks in the company of my 18-year-old brother, and it just made me feel like a dinosaur. He's got this cell phone that could rule the universe like a Philosopher King, all on its own, no input from any human whatsoever. He's got a laptop the size of a graham cracker that out-paces my once-state-of-the-art tower. He text messages. He IMs. I swear to god he mind melds through the Interwebs. I long ago developed this theory that people of my generation are disposed toward premature crotchetyness because we are the last people born before miniaturized computers became standard in daily life -- so, in our mid-twenties, everything has changed so radically that we're already living in what, in our minds, is still classified as The Future. I can watch television through an Mp3 player on my desktop. What kind of science fiction, year-3000 crap is that? Not that I don't appreciate it, but when I fire up an episode of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" on iTunes (which itself seemed like science fiction to me when it first arrived on the scene) I get this disorienting sense of floating in space. Damn you, Steve Jobs!
Sometimes I want to go live in a cabin in the woods with a squirrel and a shotgun named Bessie.
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