I hate radio. Nothing is more annoying than listening to stretches of ads which aren't even close to funny while waiting for your favourite song to be played. And when it is 17 hours later and your song is finally aired, you begin to wonder what was that word that our censorship board deemed inappropriate for all of us to hear, when that word probably describes them best in the first place.
Not amusing. Neither is listening to deejays trying to make a living by "exploring the arts". Total bollocks. The only thing hideously funny would be when they try to put on a really mangled American accent, and fail miserably at it. Some even try a Singaporean accent which as far as I can tell, sounds more like a French guy trying to speak Zulandish. Of course, none of you would know where the hell Zuland is, because it's in the south of South Pole. Doesn't exist? Exactly. And neither does the bloody accent that our local deejays try to pull.
Of course, there are some other local people, "exploring the arts", who con themselves into thinking that they're actually any good at it. To the extent that they would be so disillusioned to dream up a fantasy of pirated versions of their albums snuggling up in some DVD/VCD/CD seller's plastic basket.
And they have the nerve to actually make campaigns over the radio, supposedly to educate us into not buying pirated CDs. Well, this would all be very well legitimate if they were talking about real artistes.
"Wow! It's Siti Nurhaliza's latest album! And Dream Theater's Octavarium is out too! Both for ten bucks! Which one should I get?"
Damn, now that's a bloody thinker.
However, as you all probably know, piracy runs in Malaysian culture in the same way that silicon runs in Britney's bloodstream. Nothing is going to change this. No, not even a lame community service reminder over the radio.
So this local group thought up an idea.
"I know! We'll use digital protection so when people rip our albums, they can't play our songs unless they purchase a license!"
It's like Proton patenting their power window technology.
I'm sorry, but that's the last straw.
Not amusing. Neither is listening to deejays trying to make a living by "exploring the arts". Total bollocks. The only thing hideously funny would be when they try to put on a really mangled American accent, and fail miserably at it. Some even try a Singaporean accent which as far as I can tell, sounds more like a French guy trying to speak Zulandish. Of course, none of you would know where the hell Zuland is, because it's in the south of South Pole. Doesn't exist? Exactly. And neither does the bloody accent that our local deejays try to pull.
Of course, there are some other local people, "exploring the arts", who con themselves into thinking that they're actually any good at it. To the extent that they would be so disillusioned to dream up a fantasy of pirated versions of their albums snuggling up in some DVD/VCD/CD seller's plastic basket.
And they have the nerve to actually make campaigns over the radio, supposedly to educate us into not buying pirated CDs. Well, this would all be very well legitimate if they were talking about real artistes.
"Wow! It's Siti Nurhaliza's latest album! And Dream Theater's Octavarium is out too! Both for ten bucks! Which one should I get?"
Damn, now that's a bloody thinker.
However, as you all probably know, piracy runs in Malaysian culture in the same way that silicon runs in Britney's bloodstream. Nothing is going to change this. No, not even a lame community service reminder over the radio.
So this local group thought up an idea.
"I know! We'll use digital protection so when people rip our albums, they can't play our songs unless they purchase a license!"
It's like Proton patenting their power window technology.
I'm sorry, but that's the last straw.
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