TCM Wrapped
A week ago, Spotify did their annual call-out, putting everyone’s unhinged musical taste on blast. This year, Spotify released new data, including information about how many times you played a particular song, and how much of a fan you were of certain artists. Because I have impeccable musical taste and make excellent decisions, this Spotify feature did not embarrass me. I do not mind sharing, for example, I am in the top 0.5% of Bruce Springsteen listeners worldwide. I listened to the Jason Isbell song “Hope the High Road” at least 25 times on election day. My fifth most played artist was Taron Egerton, who played Elton John in Rocketman (ok, that one is a little embarrassing).
Ultimately, Spotify didn’t embarrass me this year. That’s partly because I did not listen to a lot of Spotify this year. Spending most of my day at home and leaving only for walks means I don’t listen to as much music. Not like when I was taking the subway or running errands in the city.
And as we all know, nature abhors a vacuum. Something had to fill the void left by Spotify. And podcasts. And concerts. And seeing friends. And all the other things we lost this year.
For me, that something was Turner Classic Movies.
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