First things first - Happy New Year, blogosphere!

So I was over catching up at Music City Bloggers this afternoon, when this post about now even more RIAA/record company-related lunacy and related issues got my blood pressure up. I was in the process of commenting over there when I realized that (in my usual long rambling fashion when ranting and raving with a bug up my you know what) I had gone on several paragraphs too long for a mere and appropriate comment. Thus, today I blog.

I am sooo glad this post appeared at MCB today because, a few weeks ago, there was a similar post on this same basic topic that I meant to comment on then and forgot to get back to. Then it got way down in the queue of posts, so I just let that thought go for the moment. Now I’m back and raring to chew on it ’til it’s a bloody, ugly, and messy unidentifiable pulp.

And yes, I meant that description to be as nasty and ugly and violent as it sounds.

I was just saying to someone last night, in fact, that I just do NOT understand why the record companies and the RIAA don’t understand that - over now all these many years these battles have been going on - they have not only COMPLETELY alienated but TOTALLY pissed off their largest and most profitable customer base to the point where most of us will NEVER buy another CD or similar media ever under any circumstances.

In 99% of most cases, I will simply do without rather than put another cent into record company pockets. There is, for the most part, just not anything I need enough that bad any longer… and whatever I will spend in the future is mere pennies compared to what I have spent on recorded music in the past.

I am not your “average music buyer”. I am your hardcore music JUNKIE who - up until all this RIAA battle crap started now years ago - spent probably on average of 95% of my disposable income on, commercially produced and sold, first vinyl records, then 8-tracks and cassette tapes, then CDs.

Yes, you read that right. Probably 95% on average. But just in case that figure is an overestimation, I know I can say, without a doubt, most certainly over 85%.

I have been buying records since I was three years old, walking around to the corner store from my family’s downtown store with a relative and picking out and purchasing those three 45 RPM records myself. My collection of storebought music - especially if you include the vinyl I eventually decided to part with - is HUGE. That’s nearly 39 years of buying commercial produced music in literal DROVES - again, averaging probably 95%, at least 85% of my disposable income, up until very recent years when it has drastically decreased because of this RIAA/record company BS and the ridiculous cost.

In addition, my father was also a pretty hardcore music junkie with a vast and huge collection - maybe not so much as me, but yes, exceptionally large - so put us together and that’s two consumers who spent, absolutely and most certainly, thousands and thousands of dollars on recorded music starting in probably about 1953-54-55-ish. So for the sake of argument let’s just say there’s 50 YEARS of extraordinary amounts of disposable income spent on recorded music there.

Then cometh the RIAA and its gestapo tactics and other pain in the neck policies and procedures and just general irritation and annoyance, as well as ever skyrocketing prices (I won’t get into DVD and VHS in this discussion, but I have a pretty large collection there too and talk about cost… ugh).

The result?

I have not purchased a commercially produced CD for myself in over two years. In fact, the number I have purchased in the last FIVE YEARS probably less than TEN.

The ONLY CDs I have purchased in that past five years or so were requested Christmas or birthday gifts for family, and that number is also probably less than ten, definitely less than 15… and more often than not, purchased on the secondhand/used market.

In the past, I used to buy more CDs (or tapes or LPs) in a YEAR than the average person probably does in a LIFETIME.

I now go out of my way to not have to purchase another commercially produced CD ever.

That’s sad, folks. That’s really sad. I’m sure record company profits look pretty pitiful as well and have for a while now.

They’ve done it to themselves.

I have a lot of love for some independent and not-major labels who have bent over backwards to try to do right by consumers and make up for what the majors and the RIAA have done. I’m not talking about those wonderful folks, many of whom I have at least a direct and remote acquaintance with some of their staff.

But at this point, and after all the increasingly horrifying tactics executed over the last several years, every major record label in the world that has fought alongside the RIAA deserves nothing less to go bankrupt and disappear. The RIAA deserves to be eradicated and in the future be nothing more than a past memory much like the Hays Code is to film.

Couple all this with the fact that in the last couple of years I have discovered that some of my storebought and paid for, commercially produced CDs are disintegrating (when they told us back in the ’80s that oh, CDs will last forever and it’s just nearly impossible to destroy them)… I’m done with buying music in the “old traditional way” unless (A) the record companies and RIAA stop being such idiots and a*holes and (B) the price becomes something REASONABLE again.

Right now my alternative means of acquiring music are perfectly legal. If the record companies and RIAA push it some more to make that impossible or just a more major freakin’ hassle too - I, again, will likely just choose to do without.

Sadder still that - not as a career but as a hobby of sorts and labor of love - in the past 15 years, I have probably been one of the fairly major independent supporters and mouthpieces for the alt/indie community in both the U.S. and (more especially) Australia, especially in certain circles; and as the Internet has grown, my influence has grown as well. Yeah, I should have made a real career out of it at some point probably, but didn’t.

Nonetheless, I have helped sell PLENTY of those CDs, records, and tapes over the years for many of those greedy companies simply as a major supporter and a fan of various and sundry artists, and a supporter of modern music in general.

Heck, I LITERALLY sold those CDs, records, and tapes for a time. I’m (surprise, surprise) a former record store employee myself, after all. You saw Empire Records or High Fidelity? I lived it (unfortunately without the hotness that is John Cusack, but that’s another blog post…).

Again, take heed, RIAA & record labels: I am not just Jane Average Music Buyer, but it’s bad enough you’ve angered and alienated the Jane and Joe Averages of the music consumer world. If a completely addicted, hardcore music junkie like myself hasn’t bought a CD for their personal use in two years, and few for three years before that - you people have got a problem that, at this point, you probably CANNOT really make that much better by attempting to do anything MORE about it.

But you certainly might be able to staunch the flow by simply STOPPING the current and ongoing utter madness.

From my viewpoint, the wound’s fatal; the illness is terminal. The RIAA and record companies have simply gone too far, and there’s a rare music consumer who’s going to forget about it in the rest of their lifetime of potential music buying. Even the most remote and not very active consumer who doesn’t think much about the music they buy and how and where they buy it - I guarantee you they are still thinking, when considering a purchase, about the insane cost of music these days and could they possibly get what they want by some other means than what the RIAA and record companies think - and are more and more often insisting - they should.

There are now, literally, TWO bands in the entire WORLD that might have future major label releases that I will support with my dollars in major corporate pocket if I must. There’s two more that could, but probably won’t. That’s four bands in the WHOLE WORLD.

Additionally, I will continue to support my favorite indie and small label artists however I have to. Hopefully by means that are music consumer-friendly (and most of them are) and not major label gestapo-like.

Even so, I suspect that - unless things in the corporate music biz change drastically - five years from now, I’ll be telling you I still haven’t bothered to purchase and spend any more of my disposable income on any major label, commercially produced recorded music. If at all, the number will probably equal exactly one. Yep, one CD.

There’s plenty of stuff I never got around to replacing on CD (or buying for the first time) over 39 years of music buying. Some box sets. Some special remastered CD reissues with all the bells and whistles and extra goodies. Extending my collection of some of the “biggies”, like the Stones, Zeppelin, etc.

But nowadays, I don’t care. Thanks to the RIAA and its cohorts within the major label industry, I no longer care one bit about that stuff I never got around to buying. Be nice to have, but I don’t need it that bad for what the industry has put this entire country - the entire world - through in the last decade.

And unless things change drastically - and I mean drastically - I don’t think I’m likely to ever start caring again. And I feel certain there’s lots more like me out there, as well as many, many more millions of Joe and Jane Average Music Consumers out there who are leaning in that direction these days as well, if not already there.

Ain’t that a shame?

ADDENDUM:  Don Coyote & I are kinda on the same wavelength this week, it would appear.

This is another one of those long-delayed posts, much like the one about my trip to Los Angeles in March. Coincidentally, it was on the plane trip back from L.A. that I finished this book. I wasn’t long into reading when I realized this should not have been an airplane read and I should have read it at home in a weekend or something… mainly because it was a tremendous struggle to keep from weeping buckets uncontrollably on the plane.

I’m not sure I can truly do this work any justice with my words, so I’m not going to even attempt to make this out to be a big review of sorts. I just need to write about how awesome it is.

The novel I am talking about is Rolling Stone editor/writer Rob Sheffield’s Love is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time, now soon releasing in paperback in December. The book was brought to my attention last winter by Mike over at Chez Bez, who wrote about it here and here and brilliantly so, and I was just immediately, like, oh yeah!!!… I HAVE to read this! So I ordered it, then it took a while to get around to starting it as I’ve just gotten so lazy about reading anything that’s not on a computer monitor screen these days, and then I opened it, finally… and was immediately hooked.

It’s the story of Rob and his wife Renee, who had little in common except a grand love of music. He was a shy, geeky Irish Catholic boy from Boston when he met her, a loud and extroverted Southern girl (borrowing those astute adjectives from an excellent Amazon review, well put!), and they bonded over their rather extreme connection with the music thing - a dynamic I have not been unfamiliar with in both past and more recent years myself. They married during the Nirvana/Pearl Jam/and/all/that grunge age of the Nineties, and were happily so until Renee’s sudden and untimely death from a pulmonary embolism in 1997, dying in Rob’s arms in their kitchen and at a distressingly young age.

It is quite simply the most wonderful, and most gut-wrenchingly sad and heartbreaking, story I have ever read, I think… but it’s probably so to me because it hits awfully close to home - same age, same time, similar circumstances, and almost the same places. I cried not only when she died, but pretty much through the whole thing; I think I wept reading the first or second page, in fact.

I believe the only other book I have even come close to weeping so much over was Doug Coupland’s Girlfriend in a Coma, and that experience just doesn’t even compare - while heart-wrenching, the story itself is a fantasy. Sheffield’s tale is achingly real and almost unbearably so, but wonderful and beautiful all the same.

This book is probably not for everyone, but if you’re a total music geek like me - and especially if you are in your late thirties or early forties and were around and in the indie music scene wherever you were at the time - and even more especially, if you ever spent hours making countless mix tapes on those ancient antiques called cassette tapes, back in the days before the computer age - yeah, you really need to read it. And have a box of tissue handy - seriously.