If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.
To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
I'm fortunate that I've been in this business long enough that I've earned the right to be left alone by my record company.
Lawsuits should not be used to destroy a viable and independent distribution system. The solution lies in the marketplace and not the courtroom.