Between Spotify , Apple Music , Tidal , SoundCloud , and YouTube , I can queue up practically any creative person , album , unreleased single , rarefied bacillus - side , or other obnoxiously obscure small-arm of audio recording , all in a matter of seconds . This is , without a doubt , really fucking cool . In the wake of all this effortless , crying satisfaction , I ca n’t help but think back to the mean solar day of yore : the disbursement of having to purchase a physical copy of an album to hear it , or the pain of hold off 15 minutes to download a single Nine Inch Nails cart track on Napster , only to find out halfway through that the file is totally crooked .
As slaphappy and outdated as that process may seem in the era of Spotify , those experiences played a vital role in mold my distinct taste sensation in , and perceptiveness for , euphony . Back in those heady days before Napster was undo by the Man ( more or less 1999 to the mid - nil ) , we were pull towaitandworkfor the music we wanted to hear – and thus , we were more discerning consumers of it .
Spotify , God love it , has made me lazy . Its cup overfloweth withincredibly nerveless feature , all - knowing algorithmic program , and impeccably curated Discovery play list . But I ca n’t serve but question if it ’s multiply generation of less euphony rooter , who will never experience what it was like to really puteffortinto finding euphony .
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It required alotof patience
commend the innumerous hours spend staring at your former PC monitor , view individual songs download over 56 K dial - up connection until their procession bars reach that sweet , sweet 100 % ? Not to mention the rearing false - outset , vitiated files , and devastating arrangement block that plagued Napster , LimeWire , and Kazaa . Once your download hit 98 % you ’d constantly cross your fingers that you had n’t just wasted the last half - time of day in vain on a glitchy variant of " The Middle " by Jimmy Eat World . The whole affair is laughable compare to how quickly you could cobble together a Spotify playlist today . Still , there was somethingspecialabout steeping in the anticipation of have a impudent new mp3 to add to your Winamp program library .
When you had proverbial hide in the game – in this slip , a finite amount of time and hard - effort blank – see as much as you could about the music you were investing in became increasingly authoritative . Did you really desire to bribe that new Radiohead album , or were you more of a Blink-182 dude ? You try both bands ' late singles on the radio , and like them , but what about the rest ? What didSpinmagazine say?Rolling Stone ? Pitchfork ? Did Tower Records have those record album laden up into its weird communal - listening stations so you could give ‘em a quick preview ? Gah ! You had to do work , dammit !
There was a sense of community that Spotify doesn’t have
Another choice was to poach from the libraries of other users whose predilection seemed to fit yours . There was a certain good sense of comradery that come with lie with you were all absorb with the same illegal platform – specially towards the end , when you ’d hear stories about random users getting sued out of the amobarbital sodium for chiliad of dollar mark by record party . But it never intercept you . What ’s this raw band in indiedude82 ’s program library ? He ’s get a bunch of other stuff I like , peradventure I ’ll download a couple caterpillar track . This was the DIY equivalent of today ’s glorious Spotify Discover playlist – but the incumbrance of discovery was on you . It was a style to find stuff you might enjoy , based on the sharing of similar tastes within the Napster community .
By necessity , we were cautiously curating our libraries with euphony we knew we wanted to listen to more than just once . We spent hours perfecting our playlist of 19 to 22 cart track to cauterize onto blank standard candle so we could listen to them over and over in our cars ( that ’s right child , no Bluetooth back then ) . burn a CD for someone was our rendering of the mixtape : an sexual natural endowment we give friends for their birthdays , moms for Mother ’s day , and our significant others for no grounds at all .
We were more tuned in to the album - liberation schedules for artists we like . We drop time marinade in their album and learning their lyric poem . We felt more in person link to them , and fostered a sense of ownership , as if they were " ours . " Yes , it was an surround ripe for elitism and medicine snobbishness , but more than that , it positively cover feeling of unfeigned fandom .
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The medicine I stream does n’t feel like mine ; it ’s not something I worked to get .
I ’m not saying that streaming services have completely eradicated this sentiment . I ’m not an 80 - year - old curmudgeon ; I ’m actually an unrepentant cyclosis gospeler and would be fairly inconsolable if you loot me of my Spotify access . Spotify is great for many reasons : up - and - fare artists who might otherwise have a hard prison term bring forth in front of a big hearing can easily be learn by anyone with an internet connection . It also means that we are , in theory , being exposed to a litany of genres and style we might otherwise not have given the time of daytime to .
Still , there ’s a permeating gumption of disposability on Spotify . There ’s no crowing disappointment if I queue up a course or creative person I end up not like – with one mouse click , it ’s just on to the next one , and the next one , and the next one . The euphony I rain buckets does n’t experience likemine , it ’s not something I work out toget .
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For all its archaic flaws and frustration , the Napster era taught me how to be a true music fan – and for a music fan , Spotify is like the height of the Roman Empire , a hedonistic playground of unexampled artists and tracks and play list . Discovering and loving with child music has never been easy . And that ’s absolutely badass – as long as you do n’t take it for granted .