To complain about some sort of perceived over-abundance of readily available tracks is the epitome of a first-world problem, seriously.
And to complain that curator-created or recommender-algorithm-based playlists would somehow hamper your discoverability of what you
really enjoy is like complaining that the radio station you yourself chose isn't playing any of the music you would like to hear.
I view streaming services as off-site storage of a planet-sized record collection that I am leasing for a ridiculously small amount of money per month, nothing less, nothing more. Which, in itself, is such an amazing concept and technological achievement that it blows my mind every day anew.
Discovery of new stuff is completely up to me and a selected group of friends, just as it always has been since the invention of art itself. Curation and selection of the day's musical background or for a recreational or critical listening session is purely up to my personal taste and entirely depending on the spirit of the moment. A well-curated library is key to that, but that's no different than it would be with LPs, CDs, or tapes.
Sorry if this is stepping on anyone's toes, but seriously… As long as you use your streaming library in a somewhat smart-adjacent way, it's in no way different to your own curated library. The only thing that really changes is the way you access your music via each respective medium, the associated cost, and whether or not you're going to fuxking hate your entire life every time you want to move houses.
What ever happened to independent thinking and personal accountability? Damned youths…
PS: To each their own.
PPS: I was recommended Jenny Owen Youngs this morning, and have been enjoying her catalogue all day. This enjoyment is brought to me by the technological marvel that is highly affordable streaming of readily available lossless digital music, and a network of a select group of people spread over four continents who truly enjoy to give and receive recommendations. Try as I might, I find it
very hard to come up with a valid reason to complain about anything music-related these days. At least not since the invention of the internet — and my discovery of Schiit, aiding and abetting in this criminally outrageous joy that I derive from streaming music each and every day.
PPPS: Yes, I am breaking my very own strictly-no-GIFs-rule. But sometimes, one has to take extreme measures to adequately convey how old one feels when one is being confronted with a bunch of whiney princesses and princes in a Guardian article that one should have known better to ever even read in the first place.