Somehow the collapse of the music industry fails to break my heart. Of course I never raked in any big dough when times were good. Seems to me that there's wonderful stuff happening musically every place I go. What if Elvis had never played outside of Memphis? What if the Beatles had never left Great Britain? What if Tiny Tim never got beyond New York?
Magic is magic. I don't have much interest in the tales of Leonard Chess or Ahmet Ertegun. I don't think buying a second hand echo system made Sam Phillips a genius. Yeah, Phil Spector made fine records but his real genius was in the field of self-promotion.
My love is for the music. I never cared much for the business and it never seemed to care too much for me.