Following a bit of a stream of RIAA-owned music from, er, somewhere else or other, maybe somewhere that can afford the insane fees you have to pay to advertise them by playing their music, I managed to come close to how I feel about the current situation, with five corporations owning 90% of the music I’ve ever heard, and keeping 80% of it locked up at any given time:
diskette biscuit stool
I know this is supposed to be cheering us up, but the soundtrack for my entire life, my entire culture, is locked up in the vaults of five corporations. All the stuff that hasn’t been sold since I was in grade school, all the stuff I’ve never heard, but would love, which they couldn’t afford to sell in physical stores, they could be letting me hear, and buy, but they’re too afraid.
(I’m becoming quite fond of having my swearing rewritten as random nouns, but rest assured that those are all “fuck”, and there’s a whole huge lump of more of them, still caught in my throat.)