I am quite a fan of Spotify, the online
music service – so much so that I actually pay for it, and I don’t know many
people who do that. Thus I find it a little disappointing that Spotify is
trying to condition me. I almost feel a bit betrayed.
See
what your friends have been listening to, it urges.
Why on earth would I want to do that? Not
so much because I don’t actually have friends, I hasten to add, but because,
though I really hope my friends are enjoying their choice of music, I am not
likely to be influenced one way or the other. And just a minute – what friends
are these? Does it know who my friends are? I get a faint whiff of decaying
spam – is it possible that Facebook is involved somewhere here?
Ah yes – social networking. How nice.
Maria
Seadyke is trending near you, says Spotify.
Who? – who is doing what?
You
recently listened to Mantovani, says Spotify, why don’t you have a listen to Beethoven?
Well now, I don’t believe I have heard or
even thought about Mantovani in forty years, and any connection with Beethoven
seems a bit – how do you say? – oblique. This is an area where Spotify really
goes to town on being helpful. The links for the suggestions are certainly
lateral – tenuous to the point of blatant stupidity, though it may be
ungracious of me to put it like that.
You
listened to Loudon Wainwright III, it says – you might like Leadbelly.
Well in fact I do like Leadbelly – in
fairly short bursts - but any possible similarity
to LW3 eludes me, apart from the fact that they are/were both men who play
guitar and sing. Just as mystifyingly, I find that Spotify seems to associate
Otis Redding with Louis Armstrong, James Taylor with Richie Havens, Fleetwood
Mac with Mud (that’s a very strange one – does anyone remember Mud?) and Thomas
Newman with Samuel Barber.
My first reaction to this was that it must
be some kind of expert system, something which interprets real marketing data
and makes predictions based on what it has learned, but I have come to doubt
it. I can’t believe that any expert system of this type would be quite so
spectacularly dumb. I have decided (privately, like – for my own amusement)
that these helpful suggestions for improving my quality of life are produced by
a real intelligence – someone who has my best interests at heart. I find that I
have attached a sort of personality to this being – I call him Bernard. No
matter if he is a robot. I have come to spot signs of evidence of the presence
of Bernard with something approaching affection. That he is rather a stupid
robot makes him even more likeable – he even gets a sympathy vote.
Ah – there you are, Bernard, I say as I am
informed that some punter named Jessie has uploaded a personal playlist which
might interest me. How are you this morning? How’s the moonlighting going?
Because, you see, I have become aware that
Bernard works for other online firms as well.
eBay, for a start, informs me that people
who, like me, recently bought a bag of 27 broken lead soldiers from the 1960s
also bought a vintage map of Leeds and a replacement exhaust pipe for a
Vauxhall Astra. That has to be Bernard – you can recognize his style. Nice one,
Bernard – that was good even by your high standards.
On Amazon, he has blossomed into a full
email service.
Since
you recently bought a book from us, says Amazon
[come on, Bernard, that’s a bit broad – you can do better than that], you may be interested in the new
best-selling paperback that Jeffrey Archer is about to dump on us [no – I told
you it was too broad].
Or one of my favourites: We hope you enjoyed your recent purchase of “Campaigning
for Napoleon” by Maurice de Tascher, and thought you might be interested in
“Campaigning for Napoleon” by Maurice de Tascher.
Excellent – that’s really good, Bernard. I
know you’re there – it comforts me, warms my heart, to know that you are still
watching over us in this harsh, cruel world.
Mind you, there are some things that
Bernard does which I haven’t quite got the hang of yet. No doubt I’ll come to
appreciate these as well, but I’m still thinking about them. I just have to
trust in him, I suppose. Recently I was looking in Amazon for books by Alan
Bennett and by Charles J Esdaile (which makes me wonder what Bernard would make
of that for a combo). As it happens, I didn’t buy anything, but within a day or
two my spam filter caught emails from both of these gentlemen, asking me to be
their friend on Facebook. As far as I know, Prof Esdaile is alive and well and
probably writing another six books on the same topic as I sit here, but Alan
Bennett is certainly as dead as the proverbial flightless bird from Mauritius,
east of Madagascar (as opposed to Mauritius, Lancs).
Bernard, was that you? I’m not at all sure
about that one. That maybe wasn’t in the best of taste. And while I’m thinking
about it, was that you that spotted my search for the Conde de Penne Villemur
on Google yesterday, and put adverts for pasta products on the screen when I
visited Amazon later in the day? That was pretty clever, but please don’t do it
again. And what are all these ads on my email browser for mature women in
Thailand? – how am I going to explain those?
It’ll all be fine – I know it will. Bernard
will sort it all out.
Ah, so that's his name.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes get an uncomfortable feeling that Bernard has switched on my web cam and is remotely surveying my room. I thought about duct taping the lens but it would seem paranoid-ish to give in and take counter measures.
I can forgive the mix up over the demise of Mr Bennett as this is one of the funniest things I've read in ages. I simply delete emails willy-nilly yet I'm missing such a lot. I'm going to have to pay more attention to my in box.
ReplyDelete:O)
Bernard is evil...I wanted to comment on a thread on Bing's home/newspage (I know - shoot me, but it's the default at work), that's "Bing (Outlook, previously called Hotmail, Skype... etc.)" on the PC at work, it, or rather Bernard asked me if I'd like to comment as Yahoo, Bing or Google? As I now have two Google ID's because it's beyond them to marry my G+ with my Blogger accounts I selected Google, in the hope that if I put the passwords in when asked (they are the same for both profiles) one of them would come-up.
ReplyDeleteLike a fool, having done all that Bernard took me to a yahoo log-in, and being 'tired and emotional' (as another Bernard regularly found himself described by his editor!) filled it in before realising what had happened...my comment was published as my anonymous 'Geoffrey' Yahoo ID, left over from years ago.
So; through a work PC which I never normally log-on as any of my profiles, Bing now knows all my ID's with the other tow and they both know what I didn't want them too!
Yet - I'm sure it's Bernard - every article on Internet security tells you to have an anonymous or unconnected profile for less secure Internet stuff?!!!
Good point on Bernard. You gave me quite a pang there for a moment when I thought Alan Bennett had snuffed it.
ReplyDeleteWell, Alan never writes these days, but it was just dementia on my part. I wonder who it was that died that I thought was Alan B? I know it wasn't me - was it you?
DeleteNot to worry. Bernard knew.