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"For some reason I cannot sign up for Tidal and it sucks major donkey balls"

This blog is entitled "For some reason I cannot sign up for Tidal and it sucks major donkey balls".

The title explains the blog but it also explains the reason why I haven't posted anything in almost a decade. Nothing has more influence on my day to day life than music. It is my passion, it is the very everything that I live for. Jay Z is a fantastic Rap Artist. I appreciate his work as a businessman and an entrepreneur and philanthropist. By releasing his album 4:44 as a Tidal exclusive, he has forced me to try the streaming service that puts money into his bank account. For whatever reason, my current laptop and internet connection has chosen to not allow me to purchase Tidal, or sign up for it's free trial services.

At this current moment I believe that my situation, by not being able to download Jay Z's latest album 4:44, perfectly encapsulates the frustration and the pure anguish that I endure every single time I think about this blog. What a failure it was. Who I was when I wrote it, and how it turned out.

My writing wasn't good enough to illicit a response out of people. I didn't capture an audience and at the time I didn't know why. I still don't know why. I'm not sure why I wasn't motivated enough, or strong enough of a writer to get people to read the ramblings of my 20 year old wedding DJ self who lived with his parents and had homework as one of his 99 problems.

Excuse me misses and misters, those who have decided to read my new little piece of hello to the world. I urge you to please, please forgive the 2009 version of me. I was both numb and naive at the time to think that you would look at my blog and say to themselves "I like that".

Unfortunately I must also inform the previous version of myself that he has been left in the dust by the revolutions of technology. Although I wouldn't call having a blog back in 2009 "big pimpin", The blueprint of what content is available to the general public in 2017 is completely different than it was almost 10 years ago.

Nowadays it's not even about what boys like, or what girls like. It's about vloggers and their loveable personas and irresistibly viral episodes. The sauvity of video media has made the candor and quaintness of a written blog obsolete. That plus 99 other problems that plague the media form that is the blog leave me with zero reasonable doubts that it is just not the highest throne of available media forms.

Nevertheless, without derailing from the blueprint I set out in the title, I am now brushing the dirt off of my shoulders, fixing my suit and tie, and writing this for you to stress to you my heartbreak that a blog has become nothing more than an extension of a persons Twitter, which itself is only the 140 characters that are attached to a person's Instagram.

A blog used to be a way for someone to express their thoughts to an empty page and hope people would would pick it up later and take something away from it. Nowadays as time goes on I realize I am not forever young. 2017 is half over now and I'd be fronting if I said I was happy with my current streaming music service for not allowing me to listen to the 21 time Grammy winner's latest album.

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