Pandora Love Letter
Dear Pandora,
You are one of the best websites ever. Who would have ever thought that a little website like you could turn me on so so much awesome music? All I had to do was tell you an artist that I liked, and you listened. Then you started sending me all this amazing stuff. No judgements for liking cheesy stuff, or raised eyebrows over something cerebral. Just more and more mind-blowing music, all day long.
Sometimes I think you're psychic. In the midst of a good mix, you'll throw on a song, and I'll be all, "OMG, that's one of my favorite songs! How did you know!" And I know that there's a whole scientific process that goes behind it. But you're more intuitive than Netflix. And on the rare chance that you play something that I'm not feeling, I can just skip it. If I hate the song, I can ban it.
I remember the time I freaked out because you found a song that I loved from a beer commercial but could never find. But you found it! And I bookmarked it so I could buy or download it on my own when I have the time.
Oh, Pandora, how I adore thee! How many hours have I spent surfing the web or cleaning my room or tackling some other task while you provide the perfect soundtrack? You don't get enough credit for the ways you have made my life easier.
Alas, I must away. I have career assesment tests to take, crossword puzzles to fill, and windows to stare out of while I do temp work this week. But thanks to the Internet Gods, I will have you beside me, filling my ears with sweet sweet musical goodness.
(Yes, I am bored. But really, though, if you aren't hip to the amazing-ness that is Pandora, you must check it out. It gets so into your head that it's scary!)
You are one of the best websites ever. Who would have ever thought that a little website like you could turn me on so so much awesome music? All I had to do was tell you an artist that I liked, and you listened. Then you started sending me all this amazing stuff. No judgements for liking cheesy stuff, or raised eyebrows over something cerebral. Just more and more mind-blowing music, all day long.
Sometimes I think you're psychic. In the midst of a good mix, you'll throw on a song, and I'll be all, "OMG, that's one of my favorite songs! How did you know!" And I know that there's a whole scientific process that goes behind it. But you're more intuitive than Netflix. And on the rare chance that you play something that I'm not feeling, I can just skip it. If I hate the song, I can ban it.
I remember the time I freaked out because you found a song that I loved from a beer commercial but could never find. But you found it! And I bookmarked it so I could buy or download it on my own when I have the time.
Oh, Pandora, how I adore thee! How many hours have I spent surfing the web or cleaning my room or tackling some other task while you provide the perfect soundtrack? You don't get enough credit for the ways you have made my life easier.
Alas, I must away. I have career assesment tests to take, crossword puzzles to fill, and windows to stare out of while I do temp work this week. But thanks to the Internet Gods, I will have you beside me, filling my ears with sweet sweet musical goodness.
(Yes, I am bored. But really, though, if you aren't hip to the amazing-ness that is Pandora, you must check it out. It gets so into your head that it's scary!)
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