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this was how i discovered a great deal of music. lots of my favorites dug up from strangers profiles...hoping to continue the tradition. pls be my friend.. ^.^ https://www.last.fm/user/mamaslilstinker
Dec 21, 2024
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i love following people on spotify (linked!) and watching them like an ant farm on my friend activity whenever i'm doing laptop work. i also have last.fm if people still use that but i prefer to make/poke around on peoples' playlists
Mar 14, 2024
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and using them to find more things you like... i go to the search function to search some obscure thing/artist/media, i see who already rec'd it, i browse their page, i follow them. good system
Feb 3, 2024
this is my favorite way of discovering music:
go into your spotify followers/following, find a cool person/someone from your past, go into their followers, find a cooler person, peruse their playlists, add anything that looks cool to your queue -- rinse and repeat ad infinitum.
i tend to go down a rabbit hole when i do this which means i never get through the whole queue so i add all those songs to a massive playlist called "today's queue" that i put on when i need to expand my taste. i just add the whole thing so it's a nice mix of new and old that makes the combing-through experience very fun. as i listen to the songs i release them from today's queue and add them to my liked songs or discard them into the digital void.
Jan 22, 2024
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I fucking love it
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME
PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
May 5, 2024
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Like a dear friend . I miss how when I would smoke a cigarette it would settle into my hair , blanketing a preexisting layer of perfume. I love the way smoke seeps into the fabric of my car, my clothes, even into my skin. Smells like my parents, my grandparents. Our old house. Dads gold Lincoln towncar that we got shot at in. And last time I saw one of those, I was picking dad up from jail, and its license plate read TRULOVE.
Dec 14, 2024
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Loneliness prevails! I would much rather live purely in solitude for ever and ever than waste another precious second in the presence of someone who has little skin in the game of knowing me or seeing me. Hearing me! I wonder why you keep me around if all your hearts desire is to hear the sound of your own voice.
It makes no difference if it’s me or anyone for that matter.
For all you know or even care I am merely an ottoman for you to rest your feet on, or a coffee table meant simply to pedestal your various notebook scrawlings and half-read books. I am a file cabinet. I have it here, dated, what you Thought and what you felt about work, or about your friends. ask me, I have it all.
And I loved it. I loved knowing you. I wanted to. I investigated and interrogated. I poured over it all with great curiosity, praying for all my red threads to weave a tapestry of you.
but I can’t remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just can’t wait to talk talk talk talk talk.
But hey, it’s your life, and baby, I’m just living in it.
Dec 10, 2024