Our obligation to follow the law does not require or forbid us to feel or make cultural decisions based on internationally recognized political borders, the majority populations within those borders, or the governments that control those landmasses. (Although unfortunately copyright is an exception because it is a culture-stifling law.)
It is disappointing that Canada is copying the United States' regrettable decision to extend the state-sponsored monopoly called copyright an additional 20 years after the creator's death. I guess some authors' estates, or rather, the corporations that they sold the copyright to, will be happy that they can stifle cultural exchange in Canada for an additional twenty years.
There have been a ton of natural disasters in the news lately: Pakistan, Taiwan, Japan, the Caribbean. One can get used to scrolling past the horrifying suffering. And then I see that Typhoon Merbok battered our west coast over the weekend. Still hundreds of kilometers away, it is much more sobering when our own people are in trouble.
Aside, thank goodness, from the existence of cc0 works, copyright has created the worst kind of time machine where any kind of good (or bad) art is delayed 95 years into the future. In this artificial reality, Elisabeth Jacquet published her first book of harpsichord suites in 1782. Bach penned the Art of Fugue in 1845 and Beethoven the Grosse Fuge in 1921. Amy Cheney will be alive for 17 more years and her E minor symphony is relatively hot off the presses having premiered in October 1991.
Throughout the 20th century, from the Adolf Busch Chamber Players in the 1930s to a wave of period instrument performances in the second half of the century, a modernist school of classical music, inspired by history, evolved and flourished. It is time to take the revolution to the next level. Leopold Stokowski, Thomas Beecham, Ferruccio Busoni, Wilhelm Furtwängler, and rubato-indulging eastern European pianists can stay in the libraries and history books where they belong.
I was having a bad day. My beloved Pinephone hit the gravel on a hike and the screen shattered. I got home and carefully pulled off the screen protector. Only a couple cracks made it all the way through, and that's just a minor inconvenience at full brightness rather than a death sentence. I slipped on a new screen protector and I'm back in business. Lesson: never buy a phone without also buying a matching screen protector. Bonus points if you have a backup screen protector just in case.
Our anthem, Alaska's Flag Song, is apparently under US copyright till 2036. I propose the E major subject from the slow movement of Amy Cheney Beach's E minor symphony as a substitute at least during the next fourteen years. Hopefully by the end of the year, in its glorious orchestral colors, I can upload a free performance by my open source software baroque orchestra to the Ellen Brooke Project.
Minimalist. Christian. Alaskan. Music curator at ellenbrooke.org. Puri.sm supporter. SI user among the last imperial holdouts. Socialist and copyright abolitionist. Sometimes language modeler.