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In the analog age, if anyone remembers, groovy music tracks were delicately cut—with a samurai sword if possible (it all depends on the quality of the metal work); you want those customers to bleed. Today, music is ripped and burned, words for the artist’s feelings rather than the listener’s. The language displays Adam Smith’s invisible fist. But don’t worry; by the time the fight stabilizes, none of it will make sense any more.
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