You guys, I took a biiiig plunge this year: I finally subscribed to Spotify Premium!
That means no more commercials, which means you all can stop judging me when you hand me the aux cord or ask me to DJ the pregame.
When I was in high school, I was really big into music. I spent hours listening to the best up-and-coming artists on Purevolume, changed the song on my MySpace out on a weekly basis and carried my totally hip fifth generation iPod Video everywhere. That thing was stocked with 32 gigs worth of pure Fueled by Ramen goodness.
But then, as high school ended and the interest in MySpace faded, things kind of changed. The local band bowling alley concerts were replaced with DJ-fueled nightclubs and music festivals stacked with headliners. I still enjoyed listening to music, but I wasn’t really passionate about discovering new artists or attending indie shows. I focused on attending classes over concerts, and on growing my career over my playlists.
It wasn’t until I moved to Chicago that I started listening to music a little bit more: While cleaning my apartment, while commuting on the L, etc. And, after being moved to a new desk in a foot-traffic-heavy part of the newsroom next to a noisy TV, I finally decided to go for the Spotify Premium subscription. As it turns out, a great playlist and a giant pair of closed-backs are a great way of deterring chatty coworkers who stroll past your desk when you’re in the middle of your workflow.
