Revolução na distribuição?

"A internet revolucionou a maneira como distribuímos música. Quando escrevi 'Between the wars' durante a greve de mineiros de 1984, o processo de gravar, conceber, pôr no mercado e arranjar lugar na agenda de lançamentos da minha companhia discográfica, implicava que a canção só estivesse pronta quando a greve já quase tinha terminado. Agora, graças à internet, é possível escrever uma canção, gravá-la e torná-la disponível para descarregar em 24 horas. A nova tecnologia também põe em questão o papel das companhias discográficas nos novos media."

("The internet revolutionised the way we distribute music. When I wrote 'Between the Wars' in the middle of the 1984 miners' strike, the process of recording, designing, marketing and finding a place in my record company's release schedule meant the song wasn't available until the strike was almost over. Now, thanks to the internet, it is possible to write a song, record it and make it available for download within the space of 24 hours. The new technology also brings into question the role of record companies in the new media.")

Excerto de um texto interessante de Billy Bragg no jornal inglês Guardian, de Agosto de 2006, sobre direitos de autor.
A canção a que Bragg se refere:

Between The Wars

I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat at the foundry
Between the wars
I paid the union and as times got harder
I looked to the government to help the working man
And they brought prosperity down at the armoury
We're arming for peace, me boys
Between the wars
I kept the faith and I kept voting
Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand
For theirs is a land with a wall around it
And mine is a faith in my fellow man
Theirs is a land of hope and glory
Mine is the green field and the factory floor
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers
And mine is the peace we know
Between the wars
Call up the craftsmen
Bring me the draftsmen
Build me a path from cradle to grave
And I'll give my consent
To any government
That does not deny a man a living wage
Go find the young men never to fight again
Bring up the banners from the days gone by
Sweet moderation
Heart of this nation
Desert us not, we are
Between the wars