Secret Agent Fred convinced me to join Spotify, a music streaming site which all the hip kids have been into for years now. It’s just one of the elements of modern society I try to avoid, like anything labeled social media. I’d also like to point out here that I have now boycotted Facebook long enough that the NY Times assures us it is now considered passe. Take that, bitches.
So, Spotify and I have been struggling with each other all evening, me trying to figure out how to force it to play music I actually like and it, having snuck into my iTunes library, has decided I like country music and cheesy 80s pop. Fair enough, but why it should then produce an All Justin Timberlake, All the Time playlist for me seems baffling. I think I might like Pandora as a source much better, it operates in a much more intuitive and straight forward manner, plus I like its playlists. Spotify seems to be mostly concerned that you are listening to exactly the same tunes as all your bffs. Since I have no bffs, that is a problem.
Between avoiding Timberlake and Journey (!) I am pretty much fed up. Just now, though, we have suddenly broken through to Prince and Little Red Corvette. Well all rite, crank that bitch up. Just don’t follow this with Toto, that’s all I ask.
11:44 PM UPDATE: This just in: Pat Benatar. Heartbreaker. Bitchin’.
11:46 PM UPDATED UPDATE: Kenny Fucking Loggins. Dear god.
11:55 PM DATEUP: Human League. “Don’t You Want Me” I haven’t thought of that in a million years.
12:52 AM APDUTE: A-Ha. Take On Me. I surrender. I’m going to bed.
1:01 AM THE LAST UPDATE, I SWEAR. Psychedelic Furs! Love My Way! I’m so glad I stuck it out.