“It’s not you, it’s me.” Why I’m breaking up with Spotify.
After a year plus of paying around $10.00 a month I’ve decided to split ways with hottie streaming music service provider Spotify. The relationship had been great and we spent a lot of time together, I’m just not happy with who I am becoming and it’s time to make it right.
It was always easy to love Spotify. It provides a seemingly limitless catalogue of every track ever made, to match your every whim. If you are feeling like an embarrassing trip through your hardcore punk youth, you can just pull up Snapcase and Into Another and quickly be reminded of just how old you really are. Maybe you have no idea who Rustie is and you want to impress the cool looking girl at the local coffee shop. No problem. Just type in Dub Step and a few painful seconds later be – yet again – reminded of how old you really are.
It all works seamlessly and beautifully. Until one day you look in the mirror, see your paunchy self and wonder, “is all this easy access really good for me.” Spotify had encouraged me to be lazy and much like McDonalds it also removed me from my food source. This past year I have been less excited about music, I have grown tired of the glut of options and most importantly I’ve been supporting a corporation as opposed to a creator.
It would be nice to think that the $10 each month was equally parsed out to the artists I played: $2 to Pedro The Lion, $1 for the new Volcano Choir, $3 for Des Ark, a few cents to Rihanna and some admin fees. Of course it doesn’t and can’t work that way, and it is not Spotify’s job to change… It’s mine.
It’s not much but I’m going to double my dollars and aim to put a measly $20 a month back into my music economy; to try and create better consumer habits and stand up for something that has been so nourishing and important. I’m excited, it’s time to get back on the market… now who wants to make out? Har Mar Superstar, I’m looking at you.