Here is the thing, see: there is an entire generation out there right now who just have no idea who Van Halen were.
I realised this while talking to my kid brother, who as fate would have it is a decade younger than me. I was driving him to see his girl friend, and as it so happened the music that was on was 1984, by Van Halen, you might know it as the album — oh, hand on, that’s right, see, back in the day there were these things called albums, and you put them on or in your stereo while you were driving/cleaning the house/having a dinner party, and then you got on with things.
Damn. Where was I?
Oh yes. That’s right. The music. The music was having quite an effect on the kid. He wanted to know what it was and could I burn him a copy for his iPod.
I told him to go jump.
I said that if he wanted, I could tale him to the 2nd hand CD store and we could by a fully depreciated copy of something by the band there. He asked why. I mumbled something incoherent about artist royalties and such like, and before we knew it we were there, managed to pick up a copy of Live: Right Here, Right Now for cheap.
My education continues.
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I'm sorry, you're still sounding like a sad old bastard. Also..
I said that if he wanted, I could tale him to the 2nd hand CD store and we could by a fully depreciated copy of something by the band there. He asked why. I mumbled something incoherent about artist royalties and such like
.. artists don't get royalties from secondhand CD sales.
I would rather be a sad old bastard than a hip young bastard.
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