...somewhere, we will meet...

WARNING: this entry contains randomness and disjointed rambling/ranting,etc., etc. i can only hope it approximates something resembling sense for anyone who's not me who's reading it. XD

firstly, let's play Clue!

Hang on the Box + Brain Failure.

at the Fireside (6pm Monday 17th March; tickets $8).

with a show. oh, and the Dillinger Four, but i'm really more about the other two.

^-^

also, Fi would be well amused if she'd seen the Interpol fashion spread in an NYTimes men's fashion supplement that i saw yesterday. can't find photos online (though i'm sure someone will put them up if they haven't already), and it isn't mine. but, er...O.O;;;

also, the Null Device brings up this article about how the Big 5 major record companies are considering merging once again to offset the brutal losses they've been suffering in recent time.

*snarls*

boo fucking hoo. once again, they seem to conveniently be skirting the fact that it's got little if anything to do with people file-sharing and buying video games and everything to do with product SUCKING. not only that, they've been systematically producing less boardroom!pop in the past few years, and therefore have had less to throw at the wall to see what sticks. ergo, less has stuck. i may not be the most mathematically talented lass in the world, but even i can figure that out. add to that the ridiculous retail prices asked for for new CDs these days, plus the current state of the economy---and gee, wonder why they aren't flying off store shelves anymore?

if more people would say what they mean, would face up to the realities of whatever it is they're dealing with, they'd make their own and everyone else's lives a whole lot easier. unless, of course, they went the other way and just became interminably whingey bastards about it. which, of course, is always possible. in some ways, i think this is probably their equivalent. this is why the RIAA exists. it can't POSSIBLY be the record companies' products that are at fault, oh no. nor even the simple math i pointed out above, if you're of a mind for manufacturing. it's those naughty file-sharing bastards, obviously.

...fucktards.