
What else can I say? All apologies!
I've spent a ton of time today trying to find out how to get the rights to a song. It's from the thirties... you'd think it would be fair game by now. But no, copyright law is convoluted and ridiculously obstructive.
There are a ton of people that copyright shouldn't last so long, that fair game should be extended, some even saying that after its first outing, it should be up for grabs.
But you know what? I'm glad copyright exists in this way. It forces you to be creative, to not regurgitate something you heard... it forces you outside of the material and into your imagination, working against your memories.
Of course, if you really want something, you pay for it.
And the above video is the best example of copyright money used effectively.
MC Solaar's Noveau Western. Best sample ever used in a song. With translation! Learn French at lightning speed!
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Language Of Violence
Fifteen years and you still don't get it?
There is probably something profound and deeply insightful we could read into this pairing. Archetypal totems and multiplicity, religious transposition from the pagan rights of spring to the apocalyptic desire to picnic or the trickster as magician and the gods of the weather as symbols of fate and the law of nature as absolute.
OR we can just enjoy this weirdly synchronous mash-up of one of the earliest industrial rock bands with one of the earliest animated films.
Hooray for primitivism!