Rocco Tenaglia, contributor
I must admit that, even while writing this, I still pay for a Spotify subscription. The “Discover Weekly” playlists, intuitive gestures, and large catalogue all make the Swedish streaming sensation an obvious choice for the smartphone-toting music lover. And, yet, there is something incredibly unsettling about the effect Spotify has on the music industry.
When I first began to pay for Spotify in 2012, I marveled at the massive catalogue. “There’s no way they’ll have this, though,” I thought, typing those five letters into the search bar: A-N-N-I-E. They did. The soundtrack to the 1982 film Annie was, in fact, readily available and I listened to it plenty. Why wouldn’t I have? Aileen Quinn’s voice is a wonder and the arrangements are far more iconic and creative than in any other version, Broadway or otherwise. It’s simply the perfect musical soundtrack. Some time later, however, tragedy struck. Annie was gone.
Now I don’t know who did this (if I did, I’d be in jail) but it’s enough to make a man crazy. In the time since Spotify removed the Annie soundtrack, I’ve lost my home, my son Edmund, had three divorces, a massive heart attack, and – worst of all – suffered through countless hours of Andrea McArdle and Quvenzhané Wallis’ pale caterwauling. It’s called a D5 ladies, and you can’t simply show up and attempt it on the day.
It is clear that with practices such as this, Spotify is a cancer to the music industry and must be stopped.