Turning My Life
UPSIDE DOWN
Today's prompt feels really fitting, because I just made the
life-altering decision to cancel my Spotify subscription for good. While
this page was created initially for Weird Web October, it's the first in
a series of articles chronicalling my de-streaming journey. After
hitting the "cancel subscription" button this morning, I journaled about
it. That's what's below.
How I listened BEFORE
I've been listening to music using Spotify for over half my life. But
there was still a before.
I was very lucky to have grown up with access to a huge music
collection. My parents had amassed hundreds of records and CDs and we
were always burning stuff from the library, or downloading it online.
But with the advent of Pandora Radio and services like it, I started
finding music outside my family's library and making requests.
The first artist I can remember discovering on my own was Modest
Mouse. I was like 8 or 9 years old I think? I walked into my dad's
office and asked him if he could download some of their music for me.
Specifically the song Gravity Rides Everything which had just played
for me on Pandora Radio.
Dad downloaded their whole discography and pulled some songs for me to
listen to. He reviewed them first, and turned into a fan! This became
a pattern.
I'd hear a song I liked, and ask for it, and then we'd end up
exploring the discography together. There's a video of me in third
grade, cleaning my room. My mom walks in with the camera and asks
"what are you listening to?"
I run over to the computer and check the screen, "Uhhhh…Needle in the
Hay by…Elliott Smith!"
In the 2000s and early 2010s my siblings and I stayed up to watch
Saturday Night Live like nearly every weekend. Sometimes Conan's
show too. I revisit a lot of performances from that time and keep a
running playlist on Youtube of my faves. I can remember seeing Vampire
Weekend play Mansard Roof on SNL and having a sense of oh. This is
special.
Of course there were (and continue to be) soooo many ways to discover
music.
Spotify and Why I'm Leaving it Behind
When my parents got divorced, my listening habits became more and more
immersive. Before that I'd mostly listened to albums/artists on their
own, or one large playlist of all of my favorites. But now I was
curating playlists and mix CDs for specific moods and themes.
Soundtracking my life. And constantly collecting and looking for new
stuff.
I think I was like 11 when I first heard about Spotify. I don't really
remember how. But I lied about my age and signed up to be a beta
tester for Spotify in the US. At that time, it was only available in
the U.K. and a couple of other countries.
And then, I got selected! At age 12 I was one of the first American
beta testers, and received 18 months (I think? Maybe more or less) of
Spotify Premium completely free.
It was a new world.
Since 2012 I created or saved a total of 488 playlists. These mixes
fell into different folders for different occasions.
The structure looked like this:
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Archive: Playlists for each year, that housed all the music I
collected that year. Between 2012-2025
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Moods:
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Moments: Playlists constructed to be listened to in or to
memorialize a very specific moment. For example, I have a
playlist called Grumpy Little Turd Goes to the UPS Store
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Seasonal: Playlists literally meant to be enjoyed during
specific seasons and holidays
-
Themed: Playlists curated around specific themes. Like songs
with numbers in them. Or Songs about _.
- Vibes: Songs that vaguely fit different moods.
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Functional:
- Instrumentals for focused work
- Reference Tracks for music I was working on
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Other People:
- Playlists I made for other people
- Playlists they made for me
- Collaborative playlists.
Curated: Playlists made for me by Spotify's algorithms
This collection felt like it was mine. But in reality, none of it
belongs to me. After making the decision to discontinue my Spotify
Premium membership, it's now hitting me that the over a thousand
dollars spent on this streaming platform over the years did not in
fact culminate in a music library that I can enjoy and pass on. Or
even fair dividends and royalties to the artists I listened to.
I've been contemplating leaving for a couple years now. The biggest
push for me is financial. I just can't afford to shell out $18 a month
for anything anymore. Especially stuff that doesn't even belong to me.
Additionally, there are plenty of political reasons not to support the
company. I'm not the right person to give all the facts and figures,
but a great zine I picked up from my neighborhood record store says
this:
My equally music-obsessed partner is making this leap with me
(honestly she's the one who took the first steps!). I'm grateful not
to be alone in this weirdness.
So What Now?
It's October 13th, 2025, and as of this moment, I have basically no
music. It feels really weird.
What I do have, thanks to an amazing service called Exportify, is a
TON of data. 488 spreadsheets categorizing the name of each artist and
track I saved, the time I saved it, the album titles, the record
labels the durations, and a bunch of misc and fun variables like
loudness, energy, and time signature.
My music listening experience on Spotify became so enmeshed with my
routine that without it, I'm feeling lost. As Spotify's algorithm
became more and more advanced, the amount of music I was discovering
and saving grew. In 2012 I saved a total of 128 songs. In 2025, I've
already saved 1,018.
But, Spotify was doing a lot of the new music discovery for me.
Pointing in the right directions based off the mountains of data I
supplied it with.
At some point, I was started saving so much music that I would
routinely forget I'd already saved a song or album. My retention for
lyrics deteriorated too. I think this transition will probably result
in a return to a less discovery-based and slower, more savory approach
to music listening. I've definitely been missing that in recent years.
I know myself well enough to know that a systematic approach at this
moment will not pan out. But whatever I end up doing, I'll log it on
this site. Thanks for being a part of whatever that turns out to be!