Today I celebrate my first year on Last.fm. A year ago I created my account. In this year Last.fm had a small redesign and was extended with new functionalities, my friends joined and I convinced a colleague (and producer) to put his music on Last.fm.
But above all, I installed the plugin and started submitting tracks. In this year something changed. Listening to a track without last.fm noticing it is like not telling a friend your secrets. I want Last.fm to know what I listen to. I want Last.fm to tell me who I am, who my neighbours are and where and when to go out. Last.fm is the core of the social revolution. A computer application you do not need, but can’t do without.
I have submitted over 29.000 tracks, wrote two journals and tagged six songs, I listened to the same songs in the same morning as a friend, I spend long working days as a zombie listening to my personal radio, infected the three colleagues around me and got super compatible with a few friends.
Last.fm is useful uselessness.