Tower Records is dead. Chapter 11, the business dirt nap. Quite frankly, I'm wondering what took so long. The obvious answer is: The American public finally wised up. After years of paying 19 friggin', hard-earned dollars for each shiny, plastic disc, they finally stopped. Now, Tower is paying the Jethro Tull piper for its sins of avarice and greed.
Yes, the recording industry is whining about illegal downloading, file sharing and piracy (by honest Buccaneer-Americans), but they also have only themselves to blame. Just like Congress, old white guys in suits tried to keep the gravy train rolling. The problem is, people weren't coming to the station anymore. They found that bicycles were faster, and... well, let's stop beating that metaphor into the ground.
The point is, many of us wised up and realized that when you buy something, you own it, and can share it at will. You can let a friend use your car, your computer, your phone... why not your digital music files?
Now, if we can just stop the RIAA from suing dead people's families.
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