One fact sticks out, though. In an article about Tusk, the Fleetwood Mac follow-up to Rumours (one of the most successful albums in history), it notes that Tusk, a double album, cost $15.98 at the time and that number, adjusted for inflation, is fifty-two dollars and change.
Wow.
I'm listening to it now and, man, I'm totally not spending fifty bucks to download this thing. Thank God I don't have to. It's a new world, friends, and nobody owns anything. We just rent access to the shit we want for five bucks a month.
Truth in Blogging Department: I've actually found I'm perfectly happy with the free version of Spotify, so instead of paying anything I listen to the commercials instead. Which is surprisingly okay. Makes me feel like I'm part of the human species.
One complaint: There's supposed to be a poem every week in the reinvented Magazine. I couldn't find it. I'll wander down to the library in the next day or so and see if I can find it there.
This, for you completists, is Stevie Nicks' high school yearbook picture ...
Witch in training, if you will.
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