My old bittorrented mp3 copy of Chill Out vanished when the power supply on the Netgear NAS in my office closet went up in smoke two years ago, so I am glad to have it available on the streaming services.
I will admit to thinking that there was something charming/appealing about these sorts of albums be hard to find, but what good is really served by that sort of artificial scarcity? It seems like elitist Record Shop Guy crankiness—”Kids these days have it so easy and they don’t appreciate good music anymore!” Who cares? It’s a good album and people should be able to listen to it.
Now if only they could make Space easier to get one’s hands on.
I wish more authors read their own audiobooks. It is not for everyone, I suppose, but I tend to enjoy an audiobook a lot more when it is the actual author reading it. I should note that my opinion here is limited to nonfiction; I mostly don’t like listening to fiction audiobooks and generally avoid them.