FY 'PON THEE, SPOT!
Since September of last year I have been using Spotify as my primary means of listening to music. For years I didn't go near the programme because for obscure technical reasons it was not on speaking terms with Microsoft. But that contretemps got sorted out and I caved in. The experience was glorious, like all Christmases coming at once. That album you've been fruitlessly trying to find on CD with online auction prices guaranteed to send a chill down the back of your bank manager? Why, it's here! Records or songs which you weren't quite sufficiently sure enough to want to purchase? Ones you read about in the papers, or in magazines, or online, from critics or peers? Albums available on download only? A simple matter to go to Spotify, give the records a listen and make up your own mind about whether you want to explore or invest that music further. It set off a stream of liberation through my arteries, the likes of which I haven't quite felt since my teenage days 40-