Apple Music – Cloudy Strains for a Clear Conscience?
It matters not. For If you have emphasised even a mite with any, and comprehend the ecstasy evoked by harmonic escapism, you’ll be certain to shun the shallow concept and grotesque opportunism of a cloud managed music service. Today, a seemingly innocuous gesture of goodwill, tomorrow, a devious, insidious and avaricious machination, all but indistinguishable from the most virulent strains of ransom-ware. An apparently lawful incarnation of the crypto-locker virus.
Imagine for a moment either yourself, or our three friends succumbing to fatigue long after sundown. The waling westerly overture having subsided into a silken southerly lullaby.
No sooner has daily mundanity melted away, and the darker conscience been granted its nightly right to conjure, suddenly, their peaceful slumber is severed by a sinister visitation.
A faceless figure arrayed in a suit of snowy white, readily endorsed by the waxing moon, stands shimmering in the doorway. Its glowing skull resembles roundly forbidden fruit in golden delicious splendour and spews rhetoric as slick as a serpent.
This mysterious citric preacher paints prophecies of a plagal paradise, a ravishing rhapsodic utopia where you are charged a flexible, but infallibly fair subscription fee for access to music you acquired months, years, perhaps decades earlier, and that it is now no longer legal to rip from those CDs you purchased with your own private money, for your own private use in your own private home and instead is reformatted. repackaged, re-marketed , and resold to you on infinitely more agreeable terms.