If I wasted my ballot by voting for who I actually liked, it wouldn't be the first time. (Though I do kind of wish I hadn't voted for Ralph Nader . . . )
The FCC rule making of June 2 didn't get a lot of play from anyone whose eyes glaze over at the phrase "FCC rule making," which is most people. But it depressed the living fuck out of me, because that's when I realized that the dynasties that run the American government are willing to enact laws that nobody wants passed unless their pockets will be filled. Commissioner Michael J. Copps pointed out that over 99.9% of public comments opposed more media consolidation. The NRA, NOW, the ACLU, and the Conference of Catholic Bishops were all pulling on the same side, and Colin Powell's son steamrollered us all without a second thought.
This year is going to be fucking horrible, because we all know the date of the tragedy that will befall our country: November 2. Until then, I don't know if I'm going to be able to concentrate on music. What's the soundtrack to 10 months of dread? Then again, if we're all surprised, think about what a party that's going to be.
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It's hard to get worked up about music and industry issues when we're trapped on a fast train about to slam into a mountain. Register if you haven't already.
The amount of good new music in the universe is probably expanding at a relatively constant ratemore this year than last, more last than the year before, etc. It may be harder to find, harder to sort out, etc., but it's out there somewhere. And the trend will continue until civilization collapses, which is unlikely (unless Bush gets re-elected).