- Joined
- Dec 4, 2018
RealPlayer, before it turned into the goddamn shitshow it’s now infamous for, was at one point bleeding edge when it came to audio streaming. I used it in my high school’s computer lab to discover new artists because people used it to build internet radio stations for all kinds of genres. Heaven for a baby audio snob. The Internet was once a place you could rely on to point you right to the weird and cool shit you’d never heard before as long as you didn’t mind putting in a little work to look; if you wanted top 40 and alternative you could still listen to the radio or go to Sam Goody. If you wanted to get into ambient or house and you didn’t live on a coast (at least in the US) you had places like CD.com, where anyone or their brother could host their music and you could build mixes and have them burned to a disc and shipped to you. Fucking mind blowing for someone who grew up making call-in requests to radio stations so they could record them on cassettes.
Don’t get me wrong, the variety of music you can find now is astronomical, but esoteric stuff is much harder to find because all the services except things like Bandcamp are owned by labels, and even Bandcamp has to follow trends to turn a profit.
I had a vision as a collegiate freshman of the Internet as history’s largest record store, where you could dump a genre search and pull up the most purchased results right alongside something uploaded by some kid noodling on a keyboard in his bedroom, and I got to watch that vision strangled over inches by record companies to the point where I can type “dark ambient” into Spotify, Apple Music and YouTube Music and get identical results on the first two pages. Algorithms written to put things most likely for you to buy in front of your eyes and bury the rest. Seconds of attention commodified and the same five conglomerates clamoring for it every time you pick up your phone. The Internet is now a pipeline for money to flow from your bank account through your eyeballs to companies that hate you as a person.
And outsiders scratch their heads over why users fight so hard to preserve places like this. Because only in the darkest corners will you find sites that aren’t hitting you up for cash every ninety seconds.
Don’t get me wrong, the variety of music you can find now is astronomical, but esoteric stuff is much harder to find because all the services except things like Bandcamp are owned by labels, and even Bandcamp has to follow trends to turn a profit.
I had a vision as a collegiate freshman of the Internet as history’s largest record store, where you could dump a genre search and pull up the most purchased results right alongside something uploaded by some kid noodling on a keyboard in his bedroom, and I got to watch that vision strangled over inches by record companies to the point where I can type “dark ambient” into Spotify, Apple Music and YouTube Music and get identical results on the first two pages. Algorithms written to put things most likely for you to buy in front of your eyes and bury the rest. Seconds of attention commodified and the same five conglomerates clamoring for it every time you pick up your phone. The Internet is now a pipeline for money to flow from your bank account through your eyeballs to companies that hate you as a person.
And outsiders scratch their heads over why users fight so hard to preserve places like this. Because only in the darkest corners will you find sites that aren’t hitting you up for cash every ninety seconds.