Just another old codger left swimming up stream
SIX months or so in, I am having mixed feelings about Spotify. For those of you who are even older than me, Spotify is the new way of listening to music. You don't actually ever own it. You just stream it, like water. It flows through all your devices, wherever you are. All the music you could possibly think of.
In fact, you don't even need to think of it. It tells you all the time. This is new. If you liked that you'll love this. You can even search other people's playlists for the kind of thing you are after. Strangers with online handles who make you endless mixtapes. People you might not even like if you met them. Casual online intimate encounters. I don't think they even know that I am listening to their mixtapes, that they are hugging my soul sometimes.
The kids went through a ska phase recently. So I just typed in "ska" to Spotify and instantly we were skanking around the house to a playlist with hundreds and hundreds of old ska music, lovingly "curated" by some ska freak, who had searched all the obscure compilations that it would have taken a lifetime to accumulate in the real world and put together his selection.