"Muso, a research firm that studies piracy, concluded that the high prices of streaming services like Spotify and Apple Music are pushing people back towards illegal downloads. Spotify raised its prices by one dollar last year to $10.99 a month, the same price as Apple Music. Instead of coughing up $132 a year, more consumers are using websites that rip audio straight out of YouTube videos, and convert them into downloadable MP3 or .wav files.
Roughly 40% of the music piracy Muso tracked was from these “YouTube-to-MP3” sites. The original YouTube-to-MP3 site died from a record label lawsuit, but other copycats do the same thing. A simple Google search yields dozens of blue links to these sites, and they’re, by far, the largest form of audio piracy on the internet."
The problem isn’t price. People just don’t want to pay for a bad experience. What Apple Music and Spotify have in common is that their software is bloated with useless shit and endlessly annoying user-hostile design. Plus Steve Jobs himself said it back in 2007: “people want to own their music.” Having it, organizing it, curating it is half the fun. Not fun is pressing play one day and finding a big chunk of your carefully constructed playlist is “no longer in your library.” Screw that.
Possibly because some of those bands are influenced by classical music (though I mean it’s rather broad; you could probably trace most musical influences back to the classical period).
I listen to the same kinda shit as your most recent stuff and I don’t have much issue with most suggestions. I don’t really like the modern pop stuff, but I still get why it serves it up (most of the best 90’s alternative stuff was technically pop and I like one Taylor Swift song).
If only it were that clever. I think it’s because their algorithm sees: person listens to 90’s music so person = old, old people like classical piano.
In the same way that I very occasionally play Jason Isbell and after I do so it starts throwing yeehaw-big trucks-and-gurls-in-cutoff-shorts country music at me for months afterwards.
Oh fuck my hip, 90s is old now?
I died inside when I saw stuff I listened to in high school on “classic rock” playlists.
I died when I saw my old video game console in a museum.
Wait until it hits “soft rock.”