@ScissorMan We all get to stay on the soapbox as long as we want, I think! No, eMu is not "curating" these off the new-release page...That's exactly where I'm finding them. I think these are something new: Titles engineered to show up in Spotify searchers (ie, "relax, chill, lounge, dinner party," what have you). They surely don't earn much, but then they cost nothing to produce so it's all profit. I imagine the old 'scam' of hits recorded by other artists is pretty much obsolete in these streaming days...
My comment was also related to the fact that such releases have become a much higher proportion of eMusic new releases. They were always there, but because the number of new releases has decreased, especially in, eg, jazz, they are becoming much more apparent than ever before. I would still argue that it is a sad reflection of what eMusic has become, because of the reducing number of labels available to us. Just checking out the eMusic sub reddit pages shows the increasing number of labels leaving eMusic.
Looking at the sub redoubt page it is indeed a sad reflection of a company going down fast, part of me would love it to come back but the way it is going I really can't see this happening
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Marketing employee: "The kids these days don't seem to think classical music is cool. We need some way to make it seem more exiting, more fun. But associating it with sex and nature are such cliches.
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Fecking hell
Now this is Whiskey in the Jar:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.