Google Music Play v Spotify

I’ve just started an experiment which I’ll log within this post.  Now that Google Music Play is on Sonos, I thought I’d give it a whirl.  I like Spotify and was happily converted a year or so ago, enticed by a collaborative playlist created for a weekend away in a cottage, but I’m very anal about music and the gaps on Spotify do bother me.  I’ve imported lots of old playlists from iTunes, and typically 5 out of 40 tracks will fail to play.  Now, since I’ve already paid for these songs (mostly in non digital format and ripped to iTunes), I’m not too impressed with a service that charges me £10 a month for admittedly brilliant access to lots of other stuff but which won’t let me play the music I OWN. If I could upload all of my bought music to a cloud to which only I have access, Spotify would be perfect.  But I can’t, so it’s not.  Google Music Play allows me to upload 20,000 tracks.  I’ve got more than that, but have settled for a “canon” of around 11,000.  A decent start, although being petty and anal I would prefer to be able to upload *everything* I own and curate later. But let’s see how this goes. I have a month’s trial with Google, so let’s see if it can convert me in 30 days.

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Reading a story tweet by tweet

I like Jon Ronson.  I never realised quite how fascinating a person he is until his recent appearance on the Richard Herring Leicester Square Theatre Podcast (RHLSTP!)

After that interview I started following Ronson on Twitter, and yesterday he appeared on my timeline with a series of tweets that move from curiosity to despair in under a thousand characters:

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On nationalism

“English & proud. If you are too, read this leaflet!” ENGLISH & PROUD is the largest text on a glossy fold of A4 currently being posted through letterboxes across the country. It’s a message from a right wing “political” party, compelling the public to show their pride on the 22nd of May by voting for the English Democrats, whoever the fuck they are. Sitting neatly alongside this urge for proud English behavior at the ballotbox is an emblem far more readily associated with the England football team than the European elections: the three lions. It’s no surprise, perhaps, as we head towards a World Cup, that English nationalists should try to cash in on the imagery of the national football team. But wherever did we get the notion that there’s any sense in being PROUD of your nationality? Your nationality relates to the circumstances in which you are born and raised; it’s about where you’re from and not what you’ve achieved. Back in August we didn’t expect Manuel Pellegrini to feel proud that he had the Premier League’s best squad and the most money available for adding to it; fair enough, perhaps, if he wants to feel proud that by the season his squad had accrued the most points.

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