Dear pandora.com,
I just wanted to write you a quick letter to let you know that you are perhaps the best thing that has ever happened to my 9-5. You are like the husband I never had; anticipating my needs better than I can. By simply typing in that I like Sufjan Stevens, you determined that I would like to spend my morning listening to a variety of artfully chosen sad bastard songs. And you were right! How did you KNOW that after hearing an old school Ben Folds song that the perfect next artist to play was Radiohead? Seriously. I didn’t even know that I wanted to hear Radiohead next. And yesterday when I was feeling just a little more dark and ironic, you knew that by typing in “Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths” I would also want to hear U2 with a sprinkling of Morrissey.
And that time you accidentally made the mistake of thinking I wanted to hear that Sarah Bareilles song “Love Song” after I told you I was in the mood to hear Feist? I clicked that thumbs down button and you IMMEDIATELY stopped the song and apologized. And not one of those “I’m sorry if you feel that I chose the wrong song” sort of apologies either. You said you were very sorry and that you would NEVER play that song again. Well, I forgive you Pandora.
Love always,
Jill
2 comments:
We're not supposed to use Pandora at work because IT says it slows down the network. So don't talk to your IT folks about your listening habits, hm?
I thought I heard they were getting rid of Pandora or something. I thought I heard that from Dan? Am I just starting shit? Who knows.
P.S. You're offically blog crazy.
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