ABSTRACT
I am a member of the pirate generation. When I arrived at college in 1997, I had never heard of an MP3. By the end of my first term I had filled my 2-gigabyte hard drive with hundreds of bootlegged songs. By graduation, I had six 20 gigabyte drives of music, nearly 15,000 albums’ worth . . . I pirated on an industrial scale, but told no one . . . The files were procured in chat channels, and through Napster and BitTorrent; I haven’t purchased an album with my own money since the turn of the millennium.1
