Streaming. It is sad that streaming has no memory. One day is much like any other.
No future memories of buying an album, or taking that LP or CD to someone’s house, and hearing through with other like minded human beings. I can remember where and why l bought most of my LPs back to my teens, and the friends l shared them with. The years they represented, plus the vivid recall value of places and times sharing that music. You can’t put a price on that nostalgia, and what extra enjoyment it brings or adds to the bond between man and music.
l don’t care if people want to stream or not. It’s just a big shame those sort of memories will never happen if you stream, and forget.