I had ordered some CDs by a local (Humboldt County/ Northern California) alt.country band called theSlewfoot String Band. I had heard an MP3 track on their site, so I ordered both of their CDs. I sent them a check and got emails back from Jaybird, one of the band members. He sent another email when I did not get it right away apologizing and promised to send me a free ticket to an upcoming show.
Since I am moving back to LA on Sunday, I got a little worried when they still didn't arrive, so I sent another email asking if he had mailed them yet. I wasn't mad, bcause I knew that their music business was spiritually akin to the old athenaverse site, true American entrepreneurship in the best sense of the words.
Yesterday afternoon I was packing up all of my books, CDs, videos and DVDs to mail down to LA in the living room when someone pulled up and knocked on the door, which was the first time in the whole time I have lived in McKinleyville that an unexpected "stranger" has knocked on the door (since I am at the end of a dirt road with a No Tresspassing sign). It was Jaybird, and he came by personally with the CDs (plus a third by his grandfather, Grampa Bud Swanigan!), and an Admit Two ticket to his show to-nite!
I had become completely disgusted by the music industry and don't really see the need to help them by buying any more of their product. Thanks, Jaybird for single-handedly restoring my faith in music. It's about buying the music directly from the people who make it, getting it fresh from the CD burner as opposed to getting it pre-packaged from a faceless multinational corporation. Long Live Slewgrass!