Say you're a bazillion-copy-selling band with decades of top-notch material. Stacy McCain trashes you for insufficiently bluesy content, but never mind that.
What if, instead of having the freedom to buy your own instruments and record what's on your soul, you get handed a pre-fab system with cheap pseudo instruments and no capacity for expression.
For example, Rush, attempting to do a Rock Band version of Tom Sawyer:
As they sang on 2112, "Just think about the average, what use have they for you?" Indeed. When the Procrustean bargain of Socialism, in the name of
I hope you watched Beck tonight. While Glenn's style is frequently over the top, his substance is spot on. Last night's town hall with Jim Moran recalled a worship service at a denomination I shall not name, (as it wouldn't be tasteful) but at which the average individuality was, let us say, substantially diminished. Will Jim Moran expend any effort to halt the FCC's diversity czar? If his apparatchik performance last night was an indicator, the answer is NO, with an optional expletive prefix.
Faux drums and fake guitars are the like the cheap substitutes for liberty proffered by those who'd like to own you, dearest reader.
"He counted on America to be passive. He counted wrong."