Old Man Rant
Remember when albums mattered? That bygone era when artists would write and record a set of songs, and fans would listen to the whole thing? I miss that. I think about it a lot. I think about how there are now entire generations that will never passionately argue about album covers, read liner notes or find the great deep cuts that casual fans miss. Sadly, it seems that the ubiquity of music in the internet age has turned us all into a kind of casual fan. Everything is too easy when it comes to music. It’s all in your pocket, an app away. It was different when you had to make your way to the local record store and plunk down hard earned cash for something physical. It had real value. If your ex ran off with your Born To Run album, it mattered. If your mom didn’t approve of your favorite Kiss record and tossed it into the fireplace, it mattered. If you discovered (tragically) that one of your friends actually owned the Sammy Hagar-era Van Halen albums, it mattered. Prior to the internet, your music collection was tangible, and it said something about who you were and what you deemed important. Having 300 albums on a shelf in your bedroom told the world that music mattered to you. Does having Spotify Premium say the same thing?