Streaming is displacing all other forms of listening, for a variety of reasons. Many have remarked that they miss the feel of a CD, or the lp preparation ritual, or what not. I haven’t bought a new CD for a few months now, but due to the vagaries of the supply chain and the U.S. Postal Service one that I did order last January, and that I had completely forgotten ordering, arrived a few days ago. It made me happy to see and feel the little container. I then reflected that for the greater part of my life my weekly ritual of going to the record store, later replaced by ordering from the Internet, was a real high point for me, frequently little pick me up during a difficult stretch.
Streaming offers an incredible feast, at your fingers in an instant, but it can’t replace that little dopamine release, and even choosing the same recording from a streaming service doesn’t quite provide the same residual pleasure as grabbing the disc, or lp, and putting it on the disc spinner.
Streaming offers an incredible feast, at your fingers in an instant, but it can’t replace that little dopamine release, and even choosing the same recording from a streaming service doesn’t quite provide the same residual pleasure as grabbing the disc, or lp, and putting it on the disc spinner.
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