Jerry rolls over in his grave. Checks his wallet.
"Sorry gang, we, uh, we gotta protect those files of our recordings. Because even though you've been great fans, and have bought t-shirts, and posters, and concert tickets, and told your friends about us for years so that we didn't really need to do any marketing or promotion, and donated all those brain cells of yours during our concerts... well, we didn't put any of that money we made away for the future, see. So what we're gonna need to do is put an end to the downloading of the recordings from our live shows up on this free website. You know - that thing that was kind of the cornerstone of who we were as a band...? 'its about the music, man', and all that? See if you guys are downloading files for free, you won't go buy them from our outlets, and that's bad. Because it's all about the money, man. And we're tired of touring, man."
"Ok, man?"

