I’m not the only one, but I’ve been saying for a few years now that the power of the Internet to move data quickly and at little to no cost will overhaul the music industry, taking power away from big record companies and retailers and allowing artists to market themselves directly to fans.
The final episode of The Sopranos airs in an hour so as I write. I’ll miss it, but it’s also nice to know the end of such a great work of art is coming. That way you can prepare for it, hopefully better than Tony has prepared for what I suspect might happen tonight.
It’s 1 a.m. Monday and I’m just back from seeing “300.” I was hoping to avoid the crowds by going to the last Sunday night showing, but the theater was almost full, mostly with college kids who apparently don’t have class in the morning.
I’m surprised we’re all still here the day after the Grammys. I would have thought that getting the egos of Sting, Don Henley and the Dixie Chicks together in one room would have created a tear in the time-space continuum that would have sucked us all in.
I’m a little late to the party on the Borat movie by Brit comedian Sacha Baron Cohen, but I finally saw it this week. Many commentators on the right have taken issue with some of its political points while allowing it is, at times, funny (see Charles Krauthammer and Jonah Goldberg, for example). Those on the left have tended to see it as a brilliant critique on American fly-over country (see Peter Travers).