Having access to everything means that nothing has value.
It is very sad.
I am a record collector. I’ve been doing that since I was a child. A lot of my life was spent touring round the second-hand record shops searching for rarities and bargains. There was a thrill to the search and a rush of adrenalin when you made a discovery of a long sought after album.
Along the way you met a lot of interesting people and had a great social interaction. I made some good friends and had some interesting debates.
Now it is a question of browsing on the web, identifying something at a reasonable price and clicking a button. Everything is available and easy to find, it is merely a question of the price you are willing to pay. The fun of the search has gone. The adrenaline rush is no longer part of the deal. There is no social interaction at all.
If someone desires the entire Chess Singles or Trojan output they can find and download them at the flick of a switch. They can be listening to them five minutes later. Where’s the fun?
You do not even need expertise and knowledge. The music is disposable and no longer cherished.
The cherishing of music has been a part of my whole life. I feel it has been cheapened. Having everything available is not necessarily a good thing!