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3,170: Spotters

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I woke up yesterday, tried to open Spotify, and got this message:

Clearly I was a bit grumpy, cos I tweeted about it angrily without thinking. Modern life is rubbish. I am rubbish.

I made a new account, chuntering to myself about not being able to access my playlists. It wasn’t until I’d done that, that I thought about googling it. And, yes, of course, it was easy. If you have a premium account, this is not an issue. If you have a free account (me*), just log in to your account on the Spotters Web site and change the country settings.

Piece.
Of.
Piss.

* I have got to a point in my life where I’m not overly into the idea of money just going out of my account on a monthly basis, thus the lack of subscription. If I want owt from iTunes, I buy one of those prepaid cards from the corner shop. I’m the same with buying things online these days. I would much rather go into a real shop and look at it, talk to a shop assistant. And ordering tickets online is something I avoid as much as possible. Really, the only things I buy online these days are plane tickets, Rubik’s Cube-type puzzles, and vape liquid.

A byproduct of making the new Spotters account, though, was being able to go and look at my real account’s public face. I’ve been a bit surprised in the past that my 1D playlist was public, and quickly went and changed lots of settings to private. But looking at my original account’s public face, I found this:

Sixteen recently played artists. And there’s a part of me that would be quite happy to listen to most of those sixteen for the rest of my life. I mean, switching out a few for some Beach Boys, Beatles, and Kraftwerk in there would be good, but on the whole: not. too. shabby.

(Spotify is a rubbish name, though innit? I like to call it, and have done so a couple of times above, Spotters.)

My use of Spotters has grown over the last twelve months more-or-less entirely because of the shitness of my computer (a 2008 MacBook Pro). I have a ton of music in there, more than enough to never need to use something like Spotters, but the speakers are busted and make a fuzzy noise, and as the year progressed, the computer has got slower and I keep getting the beach ball when I scroll in iTunes, so even when I use headphones it’s annoying.

You know, I never ever thought people would be nostalgic for cassettes, but it seems like they are. I assume we’re not too far away from people being nostalgic for CD singles, too. It feels ridiculous to say this, but will people be nostalgic for mp3s? I mean, it’s possible, right?

A wee bit of artwork
Mauerpark 5. Acrylic, gouache, and coloured pencil on paper. 24 x 32 cm.

Other business
The auto-suggestions on my phone can go fuck themselves:

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
One Direction again. This time Best Song Ever. In my opinion, though, the best song ever is Borderline by Madonna.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
ARA General Belgrano (C-4)

Self-promotion
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Written by Craig

December 16th, 2016 at 2:07 am

Posted in Artwork,Blah blah,Music

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