Tuesday, November 13, 2007
No Hard Feelings
First, to those rock musicians who got rich stealing my riffs... I THANK YOU. I sure appreciate the fame you gave me, and I surely don't need the money you made off of my songs. I just wish I could have played one of those fine electric guitars.
Next, Ahmet Ertegun... I thank you for discovering the Led Zeppelin and Ray Charles. Plus, my Turkish blues man, if you got to go, backstage is as good a place as any.
Hey, Mr. Edgar Bronfman... ain't DRM the dumbest thing? Those Led Zeppelin CDs you're selling don't have any DRM. So ain't it like closing the hen house door after all the chickens have run out? Unless... you are the fox?
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