One of the oddest aspects of the whole
My December saga was the sight of critics from across the spectrum siding with the
head of a major record label, especially against
a young singer trying to follow her artistic vision away from singles-focused commercial music. Whether the critic seemed like the kind who doesn't get these kids and their
American Idol or the kind who
happens to like singles-focused commercial music, they came to the same conclusion: The record company exec was right. Part of that reaction could be because Clive Davis has more cred than Kelly Clarkson (or, to be unfair, that what's good for the gander isn't good for the goose). But what if, instead,
My December represents a landmark in the decline and fall of the record industry?
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