Furthermore, YOU used to 'own' a song. You heard it and you interacted with it YOUR way. YOU and the art were as ONE, how it impacted you, what you felt, saw, experienced while listening. It was ALL yours.
Then, Video killed that. Just slashed music's neck and left it there to bleed out so Milli Vanilla (or is it Miley?) could come along, pick up some props, take some cloths off, choreograph some seizures and roll some cameras. NOW you are TOLD via the aforementioned mind ####ing capacity of video WHAT to hear, WHAT the song is about, WHAT it is SUPPOSED to mean to YOU. Music, video, music video, the UN thing that should NOT be, TOOK music away from ALL of us. "Here, everyone, this is what you will FEEL and think and experience and, thus, DO, when we apply the stimuli, watch for the flash..."
Need MORE proof? Play some porn for someone. Then, exactly 24 hours later (that's how long the imprint takes...unless it is old Janet Jackson in which case it's pretty much instantaneous) and ask them to recall the background music. They'll have NO clue. None. Just titties and beer. They'll have missed out on some often times really good starving artists. Starving because ONLY porn would pay because 'music' video don't want no Bach's or Beethoven's or Sly and the Family Stone. They, the Goebbels, want control.
Of YOU.
Look at the closing credits of ANY music video. At the very end of all the acronyms is this one; NATAS
You figure it out.