Showing posts with label commerce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commerce. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Commercialization of the Music Industry


Commerce has found a way to weave into every single industry that has ever been introduced into the society. Alas, the Music Industry was no such exception. Commercialization was inevitable since its inception. It is in the very nature of the word 'Commerce'. To someone who just listens to the music, it is as simple as listening to it on the radio, watching music videos on the television, or going out and buying the cd. However, it goes far beyond this simple assumption. What really happens behind the scenes? Only artists and their respective record companies know exactly. To a naive artist who has just entered the industry, it is a place that holds the key to their future; promising all of their dreams and aspirations, but little do they know what is actually in store for them.

One small compromise is all it takes. Once the first compromise has been made, they unknowingly get pulled into the trap. They tell themselves that the compromise is necessary to pave the path of their career, and they might not be wrong at the time. But one compromise leads to another, which leads to another until they become the record company's personal monkeys. Artists are pulled into their trap ever so carefully that they probably don't even realize that they are doing something against their will. Big shot record labels have a way of convincing artists that they are independent artists irrespective of being signed. However, artists like Ed Sheeran have found ways to step out the rat-trap and tell off the labels. The Grammy Nominee released a track called  'You Need Me, I Don't Need You', in which he sings about how artists make the record companies what they are, and not the other way around. He goes on to talk about the defiance of norms set by the music industry. Another band, 30 Seconds to Mars have released an album called 'This Is War' addressing an unfair damage suit. Their record label, Virgin Records, filed a suit of $30 million in damages against the band, claiming that they failed to produce three of the five records they were obligated to deliver. The amount of ridicule in the above statement is unfathomable. Is this what the music industry has come down to? Taking undue advantage of the artists that make the company; not providing them with the freedom and liberation they require, is not the way to go. It has come to be that, even though they sing, their voices are being silenced. 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

What we did before our exams.

So Sam and I used to text most ALL the time, irrespective of whether we had the same exam day after or not.
We ended up writing poems/songs a couple of times.
For your amusement, may I present...

January 22nd, 2012, 10:17 p.m.
Me:
It's the night before my commerce exam,
and I sit there staring,
 at a page that I've been staring at for the past hour or so.
The clock keeps ticking, and I keep dreaming,
my concentration is dropping low.


And I am certain that there's something behind the curtain,
no there isn't, I'm just trying to pass my tiiiiime.
Please please please, I don't want to study anymore,
my head belongs on my pillow,
Please make it go away.


I'm writing this song the day before my test,
My oh my I'm such a shameless wreck,
because even with an exam tomorrow I don't feel guilty...


but please please please make it go away!
The torture seems to be here to stay,
but please make it go away. 

January 24th, 2012, 11:20 p.m.
Sam: 
My eyes are glazed over, the words don't make any sense.
To my life, my grades tomorrow don't make any difference.
My concentration's dropping lower, my body's less tense,
so why oh why am i not asleep yet like my oblivious parents?


Me:
I probably should be worried, that I'm not getting tensed.
I'm in a hopeless situation, an unshocking revelation.
It happens all the time.
And even though I'm wasting my time in this songs making,
I know I'll do just fine, I think.


Sam:
Tired appear to be, my drooping eyes call out to sleep.
But I shut the book and lo, I'm suddenly lively as a brook!
To this feeling of despair, nothing else can compare,
nothing except, perhaps finding splits in my hair.


Me:
I'm just rambling now,even my words have gone.
So why oh why cant the textbook be gone too?


Oh this torture I cannot bear.
In a moments time, my hair I will tear.


See I get this feeling in the back of my brain,
telling me to study, but the front part is saying,
that I should text my buddy.


Sam:
And so I let my eyes glaze over, and let my speed become even slower.
I let the clock tick by as the time passes me by.
To the world  flick my finger and to my friend the singer,
I text, 
A Song.






From Sam: And this is why I don't write poetry.