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Elton John is an Idiot

Elton John wants to shut down the Internet for five years because "[t]he internet has stopped people from going out and being with each other, creating stuff." Right.

His proof for this?
He said: “In the early Seventies there were at least ten albums released every week that were fantastic.

“Now you’re lucky to find ten albums a year of that quality.

“And there are more albums released each week now than there were then.”

Riiiight. This, of course is the fault of the Internet. You know, that global distribution network that has enabled thousands of artists to find a market they would have previously missed.  It's also pretty dubious to claim that there are 10 albums a year of remarkable quality. That seems... high. Kidding. I think Sir Elton is, finally, too old for the current crop of artists.

Granted, there are some serious gaps in the release of quality albums, but that's not the fault of the Internet; that's the fault of music publishers and groups like the RIAA. When the radio is controlled by payola and breakout artists are stuff in the backwater of the, wait for it, Internet, it's not wonder there aren't "quality albums."

So, yes, I totally took the bait for Elton John's attention whoring, but if he even remotely means what he says, he may finally be irrelevant.

Why we must close the net


  1. The idea of 'closing the net' is adorable and quaint. That Elton John is such a card, isn't he?


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