2014 is turning out to be a hell of a year. Expect another interruption in regular posting here.
I’m ditching Last.fm after NINE YEARS of using the service. Nine years doesn’t seem like all that long of a time really, but it really does seem like a different lifetime.
Last.fm was awesome in 2005. Today, Last.fm is bullshit. It’s been steadily sliding ever further into a mire of shittiness for several years, but now they’ve announced that streaming radio is pretty much over even for the people who pay for it. The only streaming option left is through the player embedded on the website, which is terrible and really just plays YouTube videos. Poorly.
Nope, Last.fm wants to focus on its strengths. The scrobbling thing and the recommendation thing and all that, which are all things that other streaming services finally caught on to and started emulating. A decade ago, these features set Last.fm apart from the others. Now, they do not, and Last.fm has abandoned the final feature which set them apart – ad-free music streaming on a variety of devices (it used to be free, but has cost $3 for a few years already). They also ditched their XBox app sometime in the last month or so. It’s just gone.
So fuck you, Last.fm, I’m done with you. Where do I go now?
Aaron B—— broke my arm in the boy’s locker room underneath the gym in seventh grade. Yes, the boy’s locker room was beneath the gym in some kind of basement. Which makes the whole middle school gym locker room/shower thing just that tiny extra bit weird.
So we’re down in this windowless basement with its bare concrete floor and low wooden benches – sanded smooth but unpolished or painted – and the slightly grimy tile showers and the poorly ventilated musk.
I’m standing in front of one of those benches when Aaron hits me, possibly out of nowhere. If there was provocation, I don’t remember it. Knowing me, there probably was. I have always had a smart mouth.