Like a few who have ploughed through the Steve Jobs biography, I am now heartily tired of early adopters, those strange men who are always at the front of the queue at the Apple shop when some dismal new gewgaw is coming out. I myself am a classic late adopter, discovering the new and exciting only when it’s old and worn out.
I had a CD player years after everyone else; a tribesman in Papua New Guinea was the only person to have an iPod after me; and now I am faintly obsessed by Spotify, the music-streaming service out there on the internet, wherever that is. For a mere £9.99 a month, which is just under a tenner more than I want to pay, you can play any piece of music it has stored in its large computers any number of times, and it has extraordinarily large computers. There’s almost a feeling of triumph when you look for a song and it’s not there.
Needless to say, I have the freebie option.
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