Public goes Private / Private goes Public

If in the ghettos phonographs were scarce in the twenties, in the thirties they were scarce everywhere. The Depression effectively set the clock back: while the wireless took over the home, the phonograph retreated to the high ground of public spaces. Records echoed in cellar clubs; in the newly legitimate saloons, jukeboxes showed their Deco faces. In the subsequent steady boom of the record business, which has equipped most American homes with at least one phonograph, these have remained the dominant forms of public record listening. The cellar club became the discothèque, which became the disco, which seems to be seeking he cellar again. The jukebox was streamlined but remained the jukebox.
When records first began to be seen as home entertainment they were seen as family entertainment. Yet the picture os a happy clan clustered around the phonograph horn was surely more common in advertising then in life (...) Radio took over the role of family entertainer and then, as call numbers multiplied, passed on the part to television.
The social record, The Recording Angel, Evan Eisenberg



VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR!
The name of the album is: The Age of Plastic.
And here's the lyrics:

I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.
You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)
THE BUGGLES

The single's cover:



"we can't rewind we've gone to far"

well... not really...
now everyone can be a "star"

LAST FM
You can access your beloved bands from everywhere. But when you press the heart button, the 'love this track' button, isn't it just to show other people what is it that you like, to position yourself in a specific music "group". It's another social network, just like facebook... Your private preferences go public.

iTUNES
There is this new phenomenon of Djing in private parties using iTunes
It's a way of turning the private (your laptop) into public.