So, who here has discovered the miracle on ice that is Spotify?
For those who haven’t, it is a free(ish) music service that reached US soil from Sweden over the summer.
For those who have, can we just take a moment to revel in musical nerdiness over how much I LOVE this thing? It is truly awesome. If you have not tried it yet, please, do yourself a favor and get on that, like, now.
Here’s the link. I’ll wait here quietly while you get up to speed.
Oh, but that’s not so much for you if you’re not one of the more than 800 million folks already on the Facebooks. You’re not allowed. Sorry.
That is because Spotify recently decided to marry itself with the social networking site and make it a requirement to have a Facebook account before you can join my reveling in how amazing it is to search for anything, and I mean anything, and listen to it fo’ FREE.
Well, sort of free. I still have to enjoy the occasional musical stylings of George Strait and Gavin DeGraw. The free version of Spotify subjects you to clips of music you would probably rather not hear from time to time, along with gems of advice on how to create playlists and how you should share every aspect of your musical tastes with the world on Facebook.
Oh WAIT, that’s right, now that Spotify and Facebook are joined in holy matrimony, you don’t have a choice when it comes to the latter. Here’s a BBC article that explains the marital arrangement.
So, now when you go to listen to your favorite polka be prepared for your entire friend list on Facebook to know about it, whether they want to or not.
Case in point, the list of 140+ songs streaming down my wall now, not all of which are my doing, but does Facebook or Spotify care to distinguish that fact? NOPE.
In the past week or so since the aforementioned happy couple got together, every time someone else uses my beloved Mac/Spotify account to play a song, it appears on my wall. My list of recently-played music now features hits from some of my favorite bands like Tennis and Austin Lucas.
It also appears that I have developed a sudden affinity for soft-sounding Icelandic music, complete with Ice jibberish. Example: Góðan Daginn by Sigur Rós
I have to point out that I am in no way shape or form complaining about this music. It is beautiful, even if I can’t understand what these Icelandic people are singing about. The only problem sat with the album cover, which features a from-behind shot of several young men frolicking across a highway on a clear spring day stark nekkid.
Yeah, there were naked buttocks on my Facebook wall for a minute there. Sorry, friends.
The source of the soothing Ice music and the ensuing album cover was my significant other, Aaron, who does indeed have an affinity for all things Icelandic, but not naked man butts, for the record.
Either way, now I’m having problems figuring out how to get Spotify to go back to minding its own business, since it clearly cannot figure out that I am not the one listening to a variation of screechy, vulgar punk rock and the soft sounds of Explosions in the Sky.
There is a setting to make your music choices secret again, apparently, but in the meantime, dear readers, if you’re in the mood for some sexy 90′s R&B or you’re feeling like a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World, maybe choose a different venue other than good ole’ Spotify.
You know, one that won’t betray your love for all things Sisqo.