“You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me.”
Scarcity makes things valuable. It’s why people flip records, and re-sell concert tickets. Big money, finite options.
There are people who don’t give a shit about a rare 7″ from 1987, just as there are people who don’t give a shit about a $500 NFT.
Something is valuable to someone, until it’s not.
Growing up I couldn’t listen to music while I was out riding my bike, at least not until I got a walkman. You listened to music in the music room, where the stereo was, and where all your records were.
You worked on the computer in the computer room, or at the computer desk, or the computer lab.
Now we all carry computers that fit in our shit pocket, and we can stream every album ever made.
That’s without mentioning streaming TV services, where there’s seemingly 35 new TV shows announced every season, sports, and movies.
There’s no shortage of entertainment. No scarcity.
So somehow a months worth of Netflix, which could means hundreds of hours of viewing, is also the price of a CD, which could be 45 minutes of songs.
The scale of everything is skewed, but just as someone could really not give a shit about a rate first pressing vinyl, you don’t need to care about people who ain’t buying music anyways.
Some people buy music, some people just stream it. I don’t know, that’s it. That’s life. That’s the challenge. Some records sell, some don’t, and no one really knows until we’ve got boxes of CDs or pallets of vinyl in the garage.
