An evil friend of mine, OK, that's redundant, had been coercing me to check out Spotify. We speak about once a week (he lives in Utopia, TX), and he had been bringing this up for at least a month and a half. There's a reason I never did alcohol or drugs. It's the same reason I wouldn't go to Spotify.
Well, I did. It's been a very long time since I've had that big a rush of Catholic guilt. I'm sorry, I'm confusing you.
I like sweets. I have eaten myself sick in a (OK ore than one) Parisian pastry shop. I like to buy new music. Get the picture?
Great! You got the "evil" part.
Now, the guilt. You're not supposed to hear that new (found) music, whenever you like, for free. I did the "struggling band" thing. I quit when I could no longer face eating Fruitloops, generic, with water, no milk. I don't feel badly if I'm clicking on the Stones. A young band from Brooklyn's 2nd album is NOT the same thing, therefore, if I liked it enough to listen to the whole thing, or even replay just a few tracks, I owe them something. That means I go to Amazon, like a Zombie, and buy the album.
Did I write the definite article just then? Yeah, I buy "the" album---of every band I really wanted to listen to a second or third time.
Here's part of what I had no power to stop:
2 by The Weekend (No, the one from London, Ontario)
2 by New Politics, a Wolf Alice, Daylight, 5 Seconds of Summer, and a remaster of Vanilla Fudge from 1967.
I had to give away Nintendo, because it was ruining my sleep.
The place IS amazing, though; whole songs, good sound quality, monster selection, an... Crap! It's Saturday noon already! I gotta get dressed and ready to hear Confession.
Re: Peter's Post. The last thing left like the old days is to do my own hunting. If every next thing they play IS that close to what I like, I'm $unk.
Edited by SqBobGodPants (08/29/15 12:19 PM)
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