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...record companies' futures, though. More pressing is the need to sharpen strategies for the digital market. Record companies were slow to turn on to digital; Doug Morris, the boss of Universal Music, once slammed MP3 players as little more than "repositories for stolen music." But last year those companies saw their revenues from digital sales hit an estimated $2.9 billion, up almost eightfold since 2004. However, that's not exactly the fortissimo it may appear to be. The 38% annual growth in digital sales last year was less than half the increase seen in 2006. Music companies, says JupiterResearch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Music Industry: Lost in the Shuffle | 3/19/2008 | See Source »

Soweto's difficulties still provide the choir's musical inspiration. Soprano Fikile Sidumo, 34, saw one uncle shot dead in the street when she was a teenager, and another uncle died of AIDS in November. Before joining the choir in 2003, she earned just $25 a month from singing and dancing at weddings - not enough to support the three families living in her shack in the dirt-poor township of Alexandra, near Soweto. The choir, which pays members a day rate of $20 per rehearsal, seemed the answer to her prayers, until she collapsed during a performance and was diagnosed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Power of Soweto's Song | 3/19/2008 | See Source »

Today, Soweto's population of an estimated 2 to 3 million is emerging as the bedrock of South Africa's new black middle class. Clapboard shanty towns are being replaced by neat rows of brick and tile bungalows. BMWs and Mercedes are a common sight. And last September saw the opening of a vast steel and glass mall. The choir's success reflects Soweto's new dawn. "Soweto is a place of change," says Bok, "and the choir walks hand in hand with Soweto...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Power of Soweto's Song | 3/19/2008 | See Source »

Trudging through the cold at five in the afternoon, I saw the line wrapping along the block long before I reached it. All that was missing were the cameras and Mickey Mouse hats and it could have been Disney World. The line had taken on a life of its own, swelling and curving and slithering along...

Author: By Marina S. Magloire | Title: Chipotlove | 3/19/2008 | See Source »

After an hour in line, finally clutching my prize in its brown paper bag, I had an epiphany. Yes, I bit into the burrito and heard the choirs of angels and saw the stairway to heaven, etcetera. But I came to realize whatever happiness I gained from that silly vegetarian burrito had little to do with the taste. My happiness came from spending a whole hour without having to hear or even think the words “midterm,” “problem set,” and “all-nighter...

Author: By Marina S. Magloire | Title: Chipotlove | 3/19/2008 | See Source »

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