Revisionist History?

There are 21 days until spring and here in southern Ohio, we are having a beautiful and unseasonably warm day. I went for a run outside in the sun and I felt happier than I have the past three weeks. The dark and cold of winter are really getting to me.

I opened the windows for the first time this year and my cat was able to jump in the sill of one for the first time ever in his life. He is mesmerized by the fresh air and being "almost" outside.

During my run, I listened to SiriusXM Rockbar. I have been listening to that station quite a lot lately. While running, Korn came on, which was unfortunate. It was "Freak On A Leash" if you were wondering. That is bad enough, but yesterday, "A.D.I.D.A.S." came on while I was working. I stopped what I was doing, sat and listened for a minute, and decided that the track must be the most immature song ever recorded by adults. I say this as a person who once owned the album Life Is Peachy and I have seen the band in concert, too. The thing is, the band never plays the song live anymore because singer Brian Welch refuses to do so. He is a born-again Christian now and does not approve of the song's lyrics or meaning. The track was a breakthrough hit for the band, and it is still played on the radio a decent amount.

This is sort of a sticky wicket, isn't it? The band earns money when the song is played on the radio or licensed by companies for commercial use, but has basically disavowed it. Is this an ethical gray area for bands? I suppose it is never possible to completely divorce oneself from personal history - the band recorded the song and people love it - but in the modern adaptation of Korn, the song doesn't really "exist." This is basically no different than the way Motley Crue treats the 1994 self-titled release. That album is full of some of the band's best work, but for all intents and purposes, the songs don't "exist" in the current (and original) Motley lineup.

This is the sort of stuff I ponder while working and running. Mildly interesting (to me, at least) and yet nothing I can really talk about to anyone, except here.