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don't/ Do download this song

Arrgghh.. the ethical questions hound us? or do they? digital natives are devided over the ethical question regarding free downloads, piracy etc. and its reflected in popular media thus ...
Wierd Al Yankovic's 2006 song 'don't download this song' was one of his first outright political songs. See the kickass video of the song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yz-grdpKVqg.

The song was released exclusively on August 21, 2006 as a digital download. It is a style parody of "We Are the World" and other similar charity songs. The song "describes the perils of online music file-sharing" in a tongue-in-cheek manner." - wikipedia

Here we see Wierd Al's strong criticism of file sharing of paid content.



However at the same time we have MC Lars's response with his song 'download this song' where he says -
Hey Mr. Record Man
The joke’s on you
Running your label
Like it was 1992
Hey Mr. Record Man,
Your system can’t compete
It’s the New Artist Model
File transfer complete
Download this song!
Download this song!
Download this song!


Is MC Lars a digital native and wierd al a digital immigrant? MC Lars points out that "Music was a product now it is a service".

BTW, MC Lars the self-proclaimed originator of "post-punk laptop rap". His tracks come under the genre of 'nerdcore'. I had not known for such a genre to exist :P. Now that I know, i will explore it a bit more, for some more clues of DN culture.
check this out - internet relationship. its one of MC Lars songs. quite interesting. :D
and then Igeneration.

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