Skyveris |
01-28-2009 01:16 PM |
I've been languishing in a fume ever since my Lindsey Buckingham guitar solo compilation videos were pulled a couple of weeks ago, ire that fired to a new intensity yesterday when as soon as I had re-posted my trinity of meticulously rearranged guitar solo videos, they were again rendered inaudible because of an immediate copyright issue. An abortive effort and a waste of time. I had thought that I could get away with it, but I suppose that my account is flagged. It's especially disheartening because they had been my most popular videos. The fun was true while it lasted. *descends into black depression*
A piquant thing about all of this is that most of the footage uploaded on the site are unavailable anywhere else anyway, which is to say that we're not taking money away. And if the record labels are pressuring YouTube into removing these videos, what incentivizes these efforts?... they should be glorying in the immense exposure and free publicity instead of trying to privatize all the media or stripping everything and myopically opting against taking advantage of the seeming trend that is file-sharing stimulating consumer interest with increased sales eventuating -- of mp3's, if nothing else in this seeming epoch in the music industry marked by diminished album sales, but that's still turning a profit. It's bad business sense, nonsensical. Again, stuff uploaded that's not even on sale anywhere (music videos, early concert performances!) should be given a pass, especially.
It's largely because of YouTube that I even discovered Fleetwood Mac's divine music. Granted, my parents were casual fans of the band, but I languished in ignorance of Fleetwood Mac's brilliance for years and never took an interest in the band until I had decided in my boredom to search for the video to the song Little Lies, which I had been absently humming at the time, and found it on YouTube. Then I happened to click the video for the live Rhiannon performance from Rosebud. I quickly fostered a love for this impressive band with the pretty, fierce debutante fronting it and the frenziedly dynamic guitarist on the other side of the stage, and then spent consecutive hours after that watching video after video of additional Fleetwood Mac performances, all courtesy of YouTube.
Soon thereafter, I purchased every single Buckingham-Nicks era Fleetwood Mac album, enskied the quintet as my absolute favorite band (I love virtually every song they've ever made), prayed over a lit candle that I might someday get to see them in concert, researched the notorious dramas that helped to define the legend of the band, and then succumbed to envy of even Stevie's tenderly comforted dogs, begrudging them her affections and... haha, I am, of course, kidding about the last part... ju -- I -- ahem. I think I'm getting afield of the topic at hand. Heh. The point is, I'd daresay that sharing this media is beneficial to all parties involved: a spike in revenue for labels and networks from exposure of creative works and increasingly bankable support of YouTube from the masses. It's maddening. All that said, it truly is a guessing game... you never know what is acceptable to post. I'm becoming weary of YouTube.
-Matt
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