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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>notes from /dev/null - Distribution</title><link href="http://yummymelon.com/devnull/" rel="alternate"/><link href="http://yummymelon.com/devnull/feeds/tags/distribution.atom.xml" rel="self"/><id>http://yummymelon.com/devnull/</id><updated>2013-04-22T16:14:00-07:00</updated><entry><title>Watching Artists Die</title><link href="http://yummymelon.com/devnull/watching-artists-die.html" rel="alternate"/><published>2013-04-22T16:14:00-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-22T16:14:00-07:00</updated><author><name>Charles Choi</name></author><id>tag:yummymelon.com,2013-04-22:/devnull/watching-artists-die.html</id><summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;The melancholy of watching artists who made their bones in the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;/p&gt;</summary><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Recording technology and its distribution in the second-half of 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century enabled the unprecedented exposure and flourishing of artists in film, music and writing. At best we experienced transcendence through their work. So it is peculiar to mourn with increasing frequency the passing of 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century artists in a way never possible before such technology existed. For people, like myself, who have spent a considerable amount of their lives collecting their works, it can be sad to recount their contributions as their deaths are announced. On the other hand, with recording and nearly frictionless distribution, we can remember them in communion for the many ephiphanies they have brought to our lives. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For this, I'm thankful.&lt;/p&gt;</content><category term="misc"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Film"/><category term="Writing"/><category term="Distribution"/></entry></feed>