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YouTube and early onset Dinosaurism
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Tags: copyright, Google, Music Business, music industry, YouTube

"YouTube and early onset Dinosaurism" by Pribek was published on January 14th, 2009 and is listed in Editorial, Marketing, Music Business.

OK, this is the big buzz running through my Reader today; YouTube is pulling audio from user generated videos. From ReadWriteWeb.

A growing number of videos now appear without sound and with a notice that these videos contained “an audio track that has not been authorized by all copyright holders.” It looks like YouTube is starting to implement audio fingerprinting software that automatically removes licensed audio tracks…

….YouTube always contacted its users when it was notified of copyright infringements, but now, it seems like this is an automated process. Predictably, the commenters on YouTube are outraged about this new policy….

In most every article I’ve seen about this, there is an assumption that the “music industry” somehow unified to force YouTube in to yanking the tracks. I haven’t seen anybody entertaining the idea that YT (Google) is doing this of their own accord.

…Most importantly, this move by YouTube, even though it makes perfect legal sense, might quickly put an end to the culture of remixes, mashups, and parodies on YouTube….

…In the end, this new policy will only alienate YouTube’s users, while doing nothing to help the struggling music industry. It would make a lot more sense for the music industry to provide a blanket license to YouTube so that users could use copyrighted sounds tracks on their homemade videos, while the record labels (or the artists) could get a share of the advertising revenue.

The backlash against the music industry is so firmly embedded in the collective brain that everybody automatically thinks; “those evil, rotten bastards, they’ve done it again”.

I’ve found, on the whole, that people have a misconception about the music industry. People think it’s a lot bigger business than it is.

When you talk about YouTube, you are really talking about Google. Google is a big business. Google is a bigger business than the music business. Google is the only player that has made big time money from the web. They have done this by performance based ad revenue and controlling the flow of traffic.

Now, if you do a search for any musical act that is anywhere near legit, multiple YouTube links show up on page one. Go give it a try if you have any doubt. Google is directing huge traffic to YouTube and YT was getting huge traffic before Google bought it. But, YouTube isn’t making the dough. The ads in the side bar of the search page are the bread and butter. When it comes down to seeing the whites of their eyes, Google isn’t going to risk that bread and butter for a division that isn’t profitable. Culture of remixes, mashups, and parodies be damned.

And, that’s the problem with the blanket license theory. Google isn’t going to want to pay a blanket fee out of revenue that isn’t enough as it is. They would like it to be performance based like the side bar, search ads. That hasn’t proven to be efficient.

The C Word-Criminalization
It’s the buzz word du jour among digital pundits. We have criminalized generations of young people. No doubt they will be emotionally scarred and guilt ridden for cramming their iPods full of free music.

Gerd on YouTube’s recent play…

Ouch. This will really hurt. Everyone. The amateur film makers, the artists, Youtube, us - the users. Yes, sure, I know: synchronization [the use of music in a public audio-visual production] is subject to a license by the writer, publisher, label, artist (and another dozen of parties), no matter how small the use. That’s the law.
BUT: where will this by-the-book implementation of these laws lead us? The answer is: criminalization.

Who is criminalizing who here?

If you make a video of your three-year-old opening birthday presents and you sync it to Velvet Underground’s “The Gift”, you aren’t trying to profit from it, it’s all in good fun, right? See, you could do that as much as you want. The problem is when you publish it on YouTube, Google is trying to make a buck off of it. Even if there isn’t an add next to your “creative work”, your second cousin Marie might take a look, chuckle and, while she’s at YouTube, she might decide to check out a clip by Crosby Stills and Nash. And, if someone is looking for The Velvet Underground on Google, your innocent clip is going to show up in the search, even though it’s only had 149 views.

Who is making you a criminal, the music industry or YouTube/Google?

It seems like the same people that have no problem spouting that the music industry needs to quit clinging to dinosaur business models and embrace free range, on demand, digital consumerism, that they need to forgo the money as the the new business models “develop”; those same people get weak in the knees at the prospect of not letting YouTube/Google and the users have the Ho Hos and eat ‘em too.

Here’s the news; in this era dinosaurs become dinosaurs at light speed and YouTube is showing the symptoms. YT peeling the audio isn’t going to end the culture of remixes, mashups, and parodies. It will just morph; go elsewhere. The new media whizzes are fond of YouTube because all the traffic is there, tied together in a neat little package. And, I can understand that because it’s convenient. But, it can’t sustain if it’s not turning the bucks.

Have you ever been Abducted? -- and -- How do you know?

UFO
by Jack Pribek | November 12, 2007

Have you ever seen a U.F.O.?

Before Halloween, AP/Ipsos conducted a poll in which a little over 14 percent of the people said they had seen one.

Then Democratic Presidential hopeful Dennis Kucinich, said that he had seen one; At Shirley MacLaine’s place.

Today there is this from Breitbart.

UFOs may be fodder for comedians and science fiction but there was no joking Monday when a group of pilots and officials demanded the US government reopen an investigation into unidentified flying objects.

The 19 former pilots and government officials, who say they have seen UFOs themselves or been involved in probes of strange flying objects, told reporters their questions can no longer be dismissed more than 30 years after the US case was closed.

“We want the US government to stop perpetuating the myth that all UFOs can be explained away in down-to-earth, conventional terms,” said Fife Symington, former governor of Arizona and air force pilot who says he saw a UFO himself in 1997.

“Instead our country needs to reopen its official investigation that it shut down in 1969,” Symington told a news conference.

Symington read an appeal on behalf of the group of who came to Washington to recount their sightings of UFOs.

“We believe that for reasons of both national security and flight safety, every country should make an effort to identify any object in its airspace,” the statement said.

Here is what I wonder; Are Fife and this crew (not to mention Kucinich, MacLaine, Jimmy Carter…) part of that 14 percent or, is that number, in truth, a lot higher?

One thing I have done, quite a few times is, bring up the UFO question at a party where people were drinking. I would do this to deliberately sabotage the party for my own entertainment. I have never seen it fail. I’ve seen fist fights break out over the UFO topic.

It always seemed to me that UFOs were a polarizing issue, that half the people believed and the other half thought those people were nuts.

Maybe, half the people believe in UFOs and only 14 percent have seen them; I don’t know.

Maybe, people are more likely to fess up to seeing a UFO when they are drinking because, I don’t recall ever being anyplace where I asked; “Has anybody ever seen a UFO?”, that several folks didn’t say yes they had.

Personally, I’ve never seen one. I mean, I’ve seen stuff in the sky late at night that I couldn’t identify but, nothing that ever looked like a spaceship or the like.

UFO Compilation - The best video clips are here
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therefore, Pat wrote this nonsense: If I prove the negative, does that prove the positive?
by Pat Darnell | February 6, 2008
UFO type symbols/codes appear in old paintings, and ancient art work passed down through the ages. Some images are set in stone. If I were to surmise, which is a nice way of saying “make a wild ass guess,” I surmise the fabulous flying machines do exist.

After some broke-back vascilating most of my life because my own dad used to say “Well, why aren’t there any pictures of UFO’s?” I made a decision later in life that the reason they don’t exist has more to do with a human trait, than the probability.

Life forms of earth’s surface, including us, have a tendency to stay focussed on the real estate surrounding them. As any earth trekking creature starts looking up, instead of around, this creature is bound to become some other’s meal. Even those of us who walk on two legs instead of four, we are prone to the same predator vigilance.

Say I start looking up more and more, at work, at school, at events: You know the name calling: “Head in the clouds; wise ass; eat up with a dumbass; Dreamer; slackard; queer…”

So let me explain from a pragmatic stance: I learned in design school to venture my gaze above three degrees over the horizon. You see Timmy, it turns out, humans rarely look higher than three degrees above the point where sky meets land. It is pretty much a given rule of thumb.

Therefore, UFO sightings are rare, due to spectators rarely looking up. I think the UFO pilots also know this about us: “Glick, keep that bubble above 4*, gleek, zzippp, ba-dunka dunk.”

Consider this as a standard proof, that we humans are architects of our own environments: therefore upper floors of high-rise buildings have no decorative elements, as the building height gets beyond the “pedestrian level.”

You might say: “What a load of crap.” Well, to prove this try going for a walk in Chicago downtown, and keep you head tilted up so you can see the upper floors and tops of the skyscrapers. Do it all day and at the end of the day let me know how your neck feels.

UFO phenom is above the President’s ability to view as well. Most presidents are looking out for assasins all the time. So,I feel that is why Geo W decided, because he is the “Decider,” to build a residence on the moon before 2020. He apparently wants to be the first to acknowledge ET living. I can’t blame him since he let every one in the free world down to become the hitman for the Saudi Kings, who own 7% of the US GDP.

Turn-about is still fair play, isn’t it? Someone showed W the big old full moon through an open window, and he is reported to might have said, “Anybody got squatter rights up there?”

http://demo.mappoint.net/lunarrealestate/earthtomoon.aspx

So, guys, UFO’s do exist. Identification, and comparisons and Who pilots them, would take some empirical frame of reference available to the general public.
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“Wow, look at that watermelon. ‘Scuse me, I gotta forage awhile… we’ll pickup here tomorrow.” >pd

Pat’s last real blog post..Real Issues / Real Candidates

Link | February 6th, 2008 at 10:52 am

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Catholic: It's the new Protestant! [SOURCE]
So much better than I thought it was gonna be! It's the New York Dolls video, Dance Like a Monkey "Cmon shake your little monkey hips, my pretty little creationist!" Via Hellbound Alleee.

Double Zoinks! Here is another great video: "Creation Science 101" by Roy Zimmerman. (Complete with ape noises!) This is a great song! Via my friend George, who never reads my blog because he is a total piss-ant.

The Bible Summarized by a Smartass has sprinted past the The 12 Minor Prophets, and promises to enter first leg of the New Testament with the Gospel According to Matthew! Time to mark your calendar for the main event.

I thought for sure that this had to be a joke, but no - it's on the level. It's the AMAZING! "Threat Alert" Jesus! The website is merely a graphic of the packaging, and nothing more. The text is extra-creepy funny, in a homespun but passionately credulous sort of way. "This incredible invention receives signals directly from the Dept. of Homeland Security anywhere within the continental U.S. and changes color the moment the national threat level is updated." According to the package, you will be protected through the "miracle" of technology! I am sure that it is updated via airport radio just like the new clocks are, but still..."Threat Alert" Jesus! Yipes!

A whole website devoted to Chocolatey Christian Goodness. Sorry, after filling the most recent Mark Foley order, they are all out of the Large Communion Boy Lollipops.

This is a teachers aid, the Visual Kit for The Blood of Jesus. You know, for the kids! Among the things that you get for $124 smackers are a Crown of Thorns, One Crucifixion Nail, Cat of Nine Tails Whip, Life-size Latex Heart Model, Cardboard Ark of the Covenant, and Instructions to Make High Priest Costume. My favorite is the "Chef's cap for High Priest's Crown." That would never look silly, right? via grow-a-brain

Because everyone knows that Jesus is all about winning at the slot machines and crap tables, for only 9.95 you can get your own Faith Chips.

Go and watch Jesus Swimming. Yeah, I know. That's all he does. OK, after doing that, guess what the Jesus saves bank does. Wasn't that fun?

I love this! Archie's Parables, (pdf) a Christian comic book. Riverdale High? Only Christians need apply! Go to page 18-19 for the official dating survey. Among questions like "Does Archie need a new car?" And "Should Archie forget about Veronica?" they sneak in about 20 god related questions, like "Do you believe that god know how we really feel inside?" There is some great stuff! At one point the only way that Jughead can only fall in love with a girl is by imagining that she is a hot dog (!), and Dilton would rather read a book than date a girl (!!). Is this really the message that we want to send our kids? Veronica = Bad, Betty = Good, of course. At one point everybody talks about who they would like to date, and Betty says that she wants to date god. Jeepers! Talk about stiff competition!

If only I could travel to a world where women and dinosaurs coexist. With the science of creationism, you dreams have come true! Check out CSICOP, the Observer, and New York Times. From No Smoking in the Skull Cave's messages.

This is what happened to Neocon Jesus! Perhpas the greatest Easter image yet, The Passion of the Peeps. Via Cap'n Dyke, Pirate Queen.

It looks like this link has changed since I last looked at it. It used to be about how to How to Stop an Alien Abduction, now it is just about Jesus and Aliens. Yay! Half Jeusus, Half X-Files. They also cover exorcism!

Not quite Father Guido Sarducji's "find the Pope in the Pizza," nor is it "where's Waldo." But the old internet standard, "Where is Jesus?" is always good way to spend a few frustrating moments.

Santa Claus and Satan's Cause walks hand-in-hand with Santa Claus: The Great Imposter.

Dieting the Jesus way! Sweatin' to the Old Testament offers info on the Christian diet. Some of the titles of these diets include: "Slim for Him," "Help Lord - The Devil Wants Me Fat!" "More of Jesus, Less of Me" "Body by God" and of course "What Would Jesus Eat?"

Test Tube Jesus was not the first Jesus to get frisky with a dinosaur, as you can see from this artwork of sex w/dinosaurs, it's far more graphic than we thought.

Could Spidey have joined the dark side? Can he really be aligned with the forces of "intelligent design"? Via Orac Knows.

To keep things in perspective, sing along kareoke-style with Eric Idle to The Galaxy Song from Monty Python's 1983 film The Meaning of Life.

Occam’s Razor

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible From: The Seven Pillars of Wisdom SOURCE

Mike Finnigan "Let Me See the Light"

not much to say about this one, speaks for itself-Finnigan is a B3 monster from Kansas, and what a voice....

Perot Offends Obama !!

This just in from our Springfield, Missouri correspondent Jack Pribek: "Go ahead Jack..."
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Thanks Moo; "I have received the following text from an anonymous source (I think it was this steel guitar player I worked with in a band called "Fo' Screamin" Crackas, that collected Hummel figurines) regarding something on your site that had to do with Ross Perot-Barack Obama?"

"Jack: Would that have been Dimebag Darrell?"


"Can't remember Moo, but here it is, as I got it:"


Wow, this is spooky man-you know what I mean?
I was on my way to a gig at the Best Western way up in Otterbutt, Minnesota one time (mid 80's??) and I stopped off, as I was in the habit of doing whenever I was in that particular neck of those particular woods, at a place called Zap's Tap, somewhere near the Wisconsin Dells for some onion rings and Jagermeister. It was late and the place was empty all except for one table full youngsters. The guys were wearing cardigan, knit sweaters and the girls were sporting pleated skirts. There were half-eaten burgers, left on plates, strewn about the table, somebody evidently thought that the paper napkin in the water glass gag wasn't passé 'cause there were two or three of those.


A couple of them were smoking. I saw a crumpled up pack of Newports that someone had knocked to the floor and didn't have the courtesy to pick up. Newports, for the love of Pete! They were acting really rowdy, had a "Up With People" on a caffeine jag going on.Sally, the waitress with the scrambled yellow hair, winked, in a salacious yet, for some reason, to me, a repulsive manner. Clearly, she had fond memories of my last visit and the afternoon we spent Riding the Ducks, that were not mutual. I decided to change the subject before the subject was brought up.

"What's the deal with that bunch", I said, glancing at but not turning towards, the table in the corner.
"Oh them", she said, her eyes showing subtle disappointment. "There's a big youth group, up from Chicagoland (a boorish term that furthered my mood of contempt, I mean, it's ridiculous, Chicagoland-makes the noble hog butcher to the world sound bush league; you don't ever hear Omaha land or, Bakersfield land do ya?) staying at [Picture left: one of the hog butchers's daughters, Norma]old man Hanacek's place over by the marina. I think this crew must have separated from them."

Then she cocked her head and whispered, "I just bet ya' they're breaking curfew".

"Bring me the usual Sally, and don't stop to sniff the daisies, I got places to be."

[Picture right: Banacek's Place]

"You got it Big Daddy", she made a crisp turn and headed for the kitchen with her smile returning. Some broads like the rough stuff, I guess.

I turned my attention to the corner table, something just didn't add up, ya' know?

There was a tall and lanky black kid that was obviously the ring leader. He was holding a Carlos Castaneda book, up high, in his left hand and reading aloud to his adoring audience."Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use.", he read, and the boys grinned sheepish, the girls twittered.

[Picture left: a busking bagpipe player]

"A man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting." He said slightly louder now and the girls started to swoon. One young man laughed out loud as if gaining some confidence.

"It's better to get something worthwhile done using deception than to fail to get something worthwhile done using truth.", he stated, his confident baritone voice now booming, and the whole bunch of 'em erupted in uproarious laughter, like it was the funniest damn thing they ever heard.

One more, and pandemonium will break out; one more and there's gonna be a riot goin' on. I can feel it, I thought in utter, amazed silence.

Just then, behind me, the door swung open and a gust of icy Wisconsin air blew forth silencing the mob. In walked a 6'9" man of Samoan heritage, with an unsteady gait. Our paths had crossed before. Horst, the cunning and openly gay chauffer/ bodyguard of none other than Ross Perot.

I don't know why but, I sensed trouble.

As if on cue, the jukebox fired up of it's own accord and started playing "Celluloid Heroes" by the Kinks.

"Don't step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the Boulevard... She looks so weak and fragile that's why she tried to be so hard"

The walking, living, breathing, entity of a Napolean complex that is Ross Perot made his entrance. Now, you know that R.P. and I used to rub shoulders back in the day, moopig, before that business with the Canadian Customs Official, before the falling out. And, you also know that the little munchkin usually had half a bag on most of the time. This time though, was different. This time, moo; he was ripped to the tits and wasn't making any effort to conceal that fact.

"If you covered him with garbage, George Sanders would still have style", the old Seeburg box blared before being censored with a well placed and swift shot from Horst's right Doc Marten.

As Sally dropped her sampler platter full of battered mushrooms and mozzarella sticks, that she had every intention of packing away during her 15 minute break, behind the steam table, Perot let out a whoop and in a nasal, shrill, abrupt speech pattern normally attributed to those native of Odessa, Texas shouted; "Woohee, what the hell is going on around here? Can't a billionaire get some biscuits and gravy?"

[^Picture right: this is our waitress Sally^]

"How the hell do y'all live around these parts? Don't you know there's a whole planet down there that's warm"?

He was pissed as a potter. I checked the table in the corner. Total silence and wide, unblinking eyes. The cocky young man, the ramrod of the bunch, was now meek and confused. Perot must have seen me looking over there because; he fixed a wobbly gaze on the young alpha.

"Dammit," I thought, "I should have done something, created a diversion. These kids may be unpleasant to me, even rash but they don't deserve this."

Perot stepped forward, towards the youth group refugees. As he sauntered, he looked around the table, winking at the heavy-set plain girl with the colorful, thrift shop beret in her mousy, brown hair; she shuddered. The pint-sized over achiever, stopped abruptly, focused his attention on the tall, lanky, young man with the once confident baritone, and eyed him from head to toe, as if he were sizing up an opposing corporate raider who was foolishly plotting a feeble and fruitless power play. "What you reading there son?"

"It's a book". The young man attempted sarcasm but fell very short and came off intimidated.

"Let me see that", said the diminutive baron as he grabbed for it, displaying quickness that defied his besotted state."Well lookee here, Carlos Castaneda; good old Carlos. You see this Horst? Carlos freakin' Castaneda. Well, I'll be horsnwaggled and dipped in shit!" His reedy voice lower now and staring into the young, future Senator's eyes, the mini mogul said;

"Guess what son, I know all about ol' Carlos. And, I know you kids think he's cool and all that, like to stare at the stars don't you boy? Y'all like to take your mescaline and howl at the moon, don't ya' son? Like to see vapor trails and such. How about this one Sparky? Vision quest my ass! What do you think of that, you pinko? Yeah I know old Carlos, and guess what? I even sold a car one time, it was a damned Buick. Want to know something else, he didn't make the last three payments. He still owes me money but, hell, that ain't no thing. Half the freakin' world owes me money, don't they?"

Almost in a whisper the tiny, pecunious tyrant said, "don't you know who I am, son? Don't…you…know…and, his face started turning beet red. Louder now; "I'm Ross Perot-Ross…Freakin'…Perot. Got that? And, I'm going to enlighten you, kid. Your hero here, your darling, the author of this piece of crap, my old pal Carlos was queer as a football bat!!"

Jack, excuse us, so that is as queer as a five-legged, two-headed heifer, with a nut sack?"

"That's right, you hearing me! Let me clarify it for you."

At this very moment, the prosperous dwarf threw the book back on the table and stomped on the ground with one foot. He reared back, took a deep breath and let loose with a shrill, deafening, trumpet fanfare that came from the icy depth of his blue norther of a soul: "Carlos Castaneda was a FOP!!!"

The young man looked beaten, suddenly wearied by the world. Out on his feet. Trembling and frightened; what could he do?

[Picture left: Obama's Kenyan rite of passage portrait]

There comes a time once in every man's life when it's put up or shut up, feet to the fire, do or die. It was a turning point. He did what he could to gather himself. I could tell that it took more fortitude than he knew he had in him. He slid his chair aside and took a few shaky steps toward his abbreviated adversary. In a tone that was now shaky, he looked down into the eyes of evil and said; "You sir, have offended me."

Time froze but, only for a moment. Horst leapt to his feet, the top button of his, short sleeved rayon shirt festooned with the "native birds of Paraguay" popped off and slid across the tile floor exposing the freshly graying and matted hair of his brawny chest. Unbelievable how fast the big man could move. Perot shouted; "Hold it there, back off sport".

"Nothing to see here, no cause for alarm." He looked at Sally, looked at me and concentrated once again on the young man from Chicagoland.

"You know what, Horst? I kinda' like this kid. Yeah kid, I like you. You came up hard, like me. You got some grit. Why don't you come over here and join me for some biscuits and gravy."

[Picture right: Dramatization of the event]

It was one hell of a Wisconsin night, I'll tell you that, moo. I never seen the like before or since. It was a night when the gauntlet was thrown down and young man stood at the crossroads. And, I'm here to tell you moo, that that young man answered the bell in the 13th round. Yep, I knew right then, that this kid has a real future. So, bottom line, the legend is true moo. For, I was there to witness it..." fin

"Ross Perot and Barack Obama have been in the same room, indeed they have and; it was a night to remember."

So we have received this report via Jack Pribek. Thanks Jack, that's one RAK for you: and, MooPig editors have posted an altruistic donation to the loving memory of Dimebag. They cannot start to thank this young man enough for his bravery in coming back to meet with you there in Blue Cut, Missouri, to present this historic report posthumously. >ed

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Mavis Staples -- Eyes on the Prize, Hold On


anzoh53 (3 months ago)
Saw Mavis live in the Paradiso just last week. That lady is still going strong.

mtedora (4 months ago)
OBAMA08!!!

sky60277 (4 months ago)
awesome song - thx Mavis ! - shocking video but it's good to remember that this has really happened, not soo long ago

ogosin4ever (4 months ago)
i feel bad for the guy in 0:55 if i were him i would bring a blade wit me y is e jus walkin around?

deonantipo (4 months ago)
beautiful mavis - ace video - bad memories - so sorry

JoelMonroe (4 months ago)
this version suks.

Perdita1972 (5 months ago)
It's a wonderful song.
Mavis is quite The Lady! I can't wait 'till she comes to the AB in Brussels.

garethb1961 (5 months ago)
I saw her at WOMAD, Adelaide and yes - it WAS awesome! Probable the best act in 3 days of world music.

wallaroon (5 months ago)
have some respect for this video. it's about segregation, and look what's being commented!Mavis Staples did a wonderful job here and proved his point. this is a truly moving video, and your horrible comments are ruining it.