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Free Music and Random Thoughts

Do you know someone who does not mind giving away free music? According to the music industry that idea is just stupid. Someone should always be squeezing profit out of music.

I know my cousin Jon does not mind giving out some music from time to time. He gave me a whole tape's worth of MP3 music from his band Bus Gas. I loved it. A good chap, that cousin of mine is.

Another group that likes to give out free music is the birds. The ones in the trees. The ones that sing as you are walking through the woods. Sometimes I pay the birds for their music though. I pay them a convenience fee for coming to my house to sing by putting bird seed out. Sometimes I feed the ducks at a pond too. The genre they play is called waddle-hop.

I like the idea of pay it forward or sideward or upward or whatever-ward-you-want-ward. The way I do not like payment is through IOUs that come with restrictions and allow for hording and inflating and holding fees and expenditures. Those sorts of payment are just really no good. They seem to create inequalities and authorities and junk.

I suppose the point of this post is that I do not think that I have done anything for my cousin in awhile and I probably owe him a pack of cigarettes or something. He is always the type of guy who is as giving as anyone can be. And I cannot recall the last time I did a favor for him.

Shucks.
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  1. kirkaug7/6/12, 2:28 AM

    What? Did some of you think you were going to find some free music at this link? SORRY! At least I told you how to get some. Walk outside! It's beautiful!

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