The very very very first music streaming service I ever paid for was an old service called Lala.com.
It was a delight to use. It just worked. It found the music I wanted and I was streaming it constantly. It was better than Pandora, in my opinion (although I ended up with Pandora). It didn’t take long for me to find my credit card and throw down some music credits with Lala. It was magic.
But just as they got going, they were acquired and shut down. And I remember I lost all the credits I had on the system. Which wasn’t much ($20 bucks?), but still.
That wasn’t cool. That sucked.
I vividly remember feeling deflated on all counts. I remember feeling like I was shown a bit of the future, but then told I couldn’t have it. I remember it felt like one of those nightmares where you are drowning or driving off a cliff. Where you snap awake in a cold sweat and lay there, psychoanalyzing what that just meant. But then eventually drift off back to sleep. I remember feeling like I just got punched in the gut.
I’ve never understood why certain folks are so focused on being so proprietary. And why so many folks support those folks in that effort.