Looping the Hen

Sticking it to the Man...

In the tradition of the Pirate Bay, a BitTorrent site (a download concept similar to peer-to-peer), I recently logged onto All of MP3.com, a Russian music download site I saw mentioned on Ars. It is a purchase site, where you can pay by the track or the song, but it appears the entire cost structure is based on the size of the song (you can choose your music quality), not on anything resembling the recording industry's ridiculous pricing.

I am sure the RIAA says it is illegal, but it looks like a professionally run site, and there are no pop-ups, ads, or any other annoyances. Just song downloads that run 10 to 20 cents and albums between a dollar and two. It is currently the target of litigation, as well as being under pressure from the Russian Government, which is in turn being pushed by the US and the WTO to shut it down.

Not that I would advise anyone to do anything illegal or immoral or anything, being that I love the RIAA and the MPAA with all my lil heart, but you should at least check both the mentioned sites out...for informational purposes only.

For those who are into the Piracy vs. the Man debate, make sure you check out the legal threats page of The Pirate Bay, it's hysterical. (old hat tip to WCB)

Some girls do...

I don't often pick up music on CD anymore (or even online), partially to protest the RIAA and their ridiculous stances and policies, as well as most music's ridiculous prices. More often I'll buy bargain bin or used CD's if something catches my fancy. Today, however, I just had to have a particular CD, mostly because I have a song stuck in my head.

Sawyer Brown has been one of my favorite country acts since I started listening to country music in 1999. His music is always good-natured, often spiritual, and sometimes downright funny. I've heard one particular song of his two or three times in the last week and it makes me grin from ear to ear every time I hear it, I think because it reminds me of me nowadays as I tool around in my baby and watch many of the well-groomed Mercedes SUV ladies refuse to even make eye contact.

I happened to be in luck, because the song I wanted was on a $7.99 greatest hits collection at Best Buy. (Picked up Leann Rimes's greatest hits also; BMG was always too stingy to give it to me free)

And thus, in honor of all the girls in the world who have ever dissed me, I give you 'Some Girls Do':

She turned up her nose as she walked by my cadillac From the corner of my eye I saw you and you laughed You were sittin' on the swing on your front porch Paintin' your nails like you were bored And you yelled "She was sure impressed with you"

Chorus:
Well I ain't first class
But I ain't white trash
I'm wild and a little crazy too
Some girls don't like boys like me
Aww but some girls do

I yelled and asked if you would like a ride
When we pulled out of your yard I balled a tire
You was laughing at me, I was doing James Dean
You was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen
When you rolled your eyes and twirled my pink fur dice

Chorus

Well good ole' boys don't get no breaks
And rich boys think they got what it takes
But there's someone for each of us they say

Chorus x2

I said some girls do
You know some girls do
Like boys like me
You know some girls do

Sawyer may be cute enough for the girls, but I'd rather drive around with Leann myself. And yes, I am feeling feeling very full of myself tonight.

They really don't lie...

I notice on some of the Livejournal and Xanga pages, people have the 'what they are listening to' icons. I wish MovableType had those!

Anyhoo, I'm currently listening to the lovely Shakira, and Hips Don't Lie.

Also listening to the omnipresent Kelly Clarkson, one of the few singers whose music doesn't seem obnoxious to me after the 7th gajillionth listen.

And lastly, I had in Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell today, my vote for the #1 album of all time, because for some reason I am feeling vaguely like a 17-year old sneaking out of my mom's house. Maybe more on that later, but I doubt it.;) Sexiest song lyric ever (and the story of my life):

'You were licking your lips and your lipstick shined, and I was dying just to ask for a taste...'

You know your tastes in music have changed...

When you look in your rearview mirror and see the 11-year old in the car behind you singing the same song you are...

More fun with the Music Nazis

A few stories I had planned on linking last week, brought to us by our friends at Ars!

The RIAA plays Eddie Haskell. Coldplay gives its fans the finger. And finally, the RIAA by Orwell.

Since it is obvious that the RIAA (and bands like Coldplay) do not want to work with or for the fans, from now on I say 'Long Live the Pirates.' I think I'll try to come up with a logo.

Venus is so much better than Mars...

I'm outta here! I can't wait to attempt running 3.1 miles with the hangover I hope to have 14 hours from now! And poker! And Team America! And Dominoes! And passing out to FF:The Spirits Within.

I'm going to insist WaCBar put this on repeat along with 'My Humps':

All I can say is damn... If you haven't seen it, check out the 'Dont'cha' video. If I heard correctly, the Pussycat Dolls used to be a Vegas showgirl act. Very Spice Girl retro, but well, ok. They could be the Venus version of the Village People and I'd still sing along.