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The red carpet's been collecting dust for a while, but the guest of honor hasn't shown up yet. Downloadable music has been called "the sound of the future" and "a natural fit for the Web." The gruesome code-dump MusicMatch is "a bookmark must for indie mavens," and MP3 players are "the hottest portable devices since the Walkman" (though we still suspect Ericssons have played more tunes than Rios). The ludicrous stock action accompanying any MP3-related product can be seen at EMusic.com, which is currently doing a US$92 million public
offering strength of an exclusive unplugged set by Gene Loves Jezebel and some They Might Be Giants outtakes. (We never realized "Particle Man" was so popular on the Street). Even Rolling Stone has begun running a dubious chart of MP3 hits, a sure sign that either the train's been and gone already or it's never going to come. That hasn't stopped the Not Invented Here panic among the major labels, though the Secure Digital Music Initiative won't
be year, and we bet this won't be the last delay. There's no guarantee that a convenience play will generate a winner on the order of, say, push media or Space Jam. If you want to go jogging with your MP3s, you need a gizmo that costs 10 times as much as a functional tape player, holds one-third as much music, and makes you look even more pathetically and conspicuously
consumptive What MP3 needs right now, what it still doesn't have, is its own Blair Witch Project, its Matt Drudge, its Onion. It won't catch on until there's an organic underground buzz about something, but do you have any idea how expensive organic underground buzzes are these days? At the moment, the name bands trying to jump on the bandwagon are desperate (if you haven't heard the new Public
Enemy of the just), and the unknown ones who are trying to break out are hopeless.
Take Red Delicious, whose most trend-hungry apologists call it "competent." CBS.com says it's "sizzling in cyberspace," and the group appeared in last Monday's Wall Street Journal, billed as "the hottest band on the Internet." That's like being "the hottest mosque in South Dakota," when you read the fine print about what the band has made of its months-long residency on MP3.com's Top 10 List. Red Delicious has sold a whole 1,000 CDs, from which it's netted $5 apiece a bullish indicator that its members could quit their day jobs and live on Clif Bars for months before starving to death. Why are they in MP3.com's Top 10? Because they're there already, and where else are you going to start listening? And where else, consequently, are you going to stop? So the legit MP3 distributors are shelling out for anything with a decent Q rating. Alanis Morissette collected a cool $40 million worth of MP3.com stock, in return for the company's right to put her name in a bunch of press releases, the corporate equivalent of FANatic. The company finally has a big-name draw in a previously unreleased track by TLC, and every time it's downloaded, MP3.com is donating a dime to fight sickle cell disease. If the company reaches its goal of a million people who are willing to submit their email addresses twice to get to the song, it'll work out to a charitable contribution of roughly one-tenth of what Morisette made from it for one day of her 5 1/2 Weeks tour. You might as well get the song the easy way: Track it down via mp3board.com or something similar, download it off some ninth-grader's bootleg site, and send in 15 cents of your own to the SCDAA.
In any case, even though TLC's No Scrubs paved the way for Sporty Thievz's No Pigeons, Left Eye probably won't provide bait for Souixacydal Pidgeons in a
Can long time to download a dinky little song by a dinky little unknown band, and people want stuff in a hurry. If you can afford a line that sucks up MP3s fast enough, you can afford to get a real CD by a real band; if you're not one of the idle rich, you'd probably rather tie up your phone line with something you know you'll like. This is why Rolling Stone prints the charts from MP3 Impact rather than from the legit sites, which guard their figures the way soldiers guard an empty fort. The demo-floggers can't compete with the Smash Mouth single's estimated 300,000 or so downloads from 140-odd illicit servers. Digital audio's black market is way bigger than its legitimate trade, and there's no reason for that to change. At least until the right band comes along. We'd like to suggest a few strategies to get Jane and Joe Modem to download some ditties. First, nobody wants to type in a credit card number without getting something you can hold in your hand. Otherwise, porn wouldn't be the only really profitable e-commerce model. The effort to get people to pay for MP3s will remain a nonstarter. Smart bands will learn to bundle their sound files with digital skin. Go poking around Patrick
Naughton's few months, and you'll be interrupted by popups for the new MP3 by Killer App it will, of course, have to be an aspiring LA metal band, to whom both silicone cyborgs and the pay-to-play concept are dear old friends.
Simple bribery is always effective too. MP3.com currently has a market cap of around $2 billion. It could easily go EMusic's better: Mail Diamond Rios to all the paying customers it's ever had, hook them up with complimentary T3 lines, and escort them to the private Buckcherry/Alanis Cocaine and Blow Jobs tour. Alternatively, it could send postcards to everyone on the planet to let them know when the Moving
Picture Experts Group new spec and the company has to change its name to MP4.com. (Which it owns. On the other hand, Amalgamated Diversities of Delta, Utah a coverup name if we've ever heard one is currently squatting on MP5.com and may be heading for a windfall.) Finally, there's the value-added factor: The band that wins the MP3 sweepstakes will be the one that goes beyond being just another filename, the one that gives listeners something no other band can. There's clearly a bull(god) market for Kid Rock/Blink 182/Limp Bizkit/Korn knockoffs right now. The John Perry Barlow Experience, or whatever they call themselves, should seize the opportunity: Not only do they rock, their pitch will go, but if you download their song, they'll actually come to your house, pour beer over your head, throw you up in the air, and break both your legs. courtesy of E. F. Nuttin' |
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