Spotify has let me know which artists and songs I listened to most this year. I’ve been VERY protective of my algorithm, so it’s delightful to note that neither Ed Sheeran nor Taylor Swift made it anywhere onto any playlist.
My top five were: Death Cab For Cutie, Seafret, Dry The River, New Order and First Aid Kit.
My top genres were: Indie Rock (obvs), Electronica, Britpop, Chamber Psych (eh?) and Rock.
In the chair behind me, a client was having an earnest discussion with his barber as to which musical act was the better:
Local sax-based, electro-house-jazz duo, Goldfish:
…or Paul McCartney.
You might not have heard of Paul: he was mildly successful 50-odd years ago with some other guys.
But despite that historical fame, if we’re going to base success on, say, the number of times the act in question has played at the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset Concert series, then it’s Goldfish that clearly come out on top.
At least that’s what Mr Haircut was trying to tell us.
Next week, I go to a garden centre to try work out which writer is better: veteran 16th century playwright William Shakespeare, or E.L. James, who gave us the 50 Shades… series.
I’ll probably be looking at how many times they have each done interviews on American late night TV talk shows as my deciding criterion.
As I start writing this, I realise that it’s my first post with WordPress 5.0. As usual with a WordPress update, I chose not to read any of the instructions – something that has never mattered before – and now I find myself quite (or more) bemused by the whole situation. My God, it’s horrible. How do I go back?
I clicked through on one of those review of the year things. This one was for Spotify, which I’ve only had for about 5 months. Here’s my Top Artists, Genre, Songs etc.
That image might not look like much, but it took me 35 minutes to upload, so damn well look at it, even though it’s probably still far too big.
The several hours I spent solely on Ludovico Einaudi equate nicely with my air travel. His music has always been my goto on iPod or Spotify for calming, relaxing times on big planes.
Look at me with my lack of mainstream nonsense. And it’s not for want of being contrary. I like what I listen to. And I listen to what I like.
Right. You can do your Spotify Wrapped here. And I’d love to write some more about it, but this editor is wearing me down already. It’s fecking awful and I want to go back to 4.9. I have no idea how to add categories or tags and they’re supposed to making it easier, better, more intuitive.
I’ve loved listening to this wonderfully fragile, simple offering from Thom Yorke for the past few weeks, now. (Yes, it’s on this Spotify playlist.) So I was obviously delighted to find this live performance for 6Music on Youtube.
I know not all my readers enjoy my musical posts (although, reasonably, how could you not love this piece?), but I do have clear evidence that there are others who do enjoy a break from the endless words on here (including me), and thus they are here to stay.
Tomorrow’s post is about music, but isn’t actually music, which will probably suitably alienate both parties.