I’ll be the first one to admit it, I’m not the most patient man in the world. After all, when you’re raising 4 girls, patience can cost you that second scoop of mashed potatoes. I prefer my satisfaction sooner rather than later.
Which is why, after writing yesterday about Neil Young’s pissing contest against Spotify over outlaw podcast serial liar Joe Rogan, it’s already going so poorly for Spotify. Nota Bene. A comment in that article straightened out my misconception by pointing out that Spotify wasn’t so much a social media as music and podcast outlet. Thanks for that. But I’m not much into music, that’s Teri, and I wouldn’t know a podcast from a peapod. My technological ignorance knows no bounds.
The wheels are falling off for Spotify. Within a day or so of backing misinformation scumbag Joe Rogan over Hall of Fame rocker Neil Young, cuz Rogan brings in more revenue, Spotify found out what real money means. Joni Mitchell joined Neil Young in vacating the site, and Spotify took a $2 billion hit in the stock market.
And it’s only going to get worse, because it’s starting to go viral. I’m hoping more high profile talent votes with their feet from Spotify. And Spotify doesn’t seem to know whether to shit, go blind, or wind their watch. Helpful hint from one who knows. Shit and wind your watch. But what did they do? Promise to add a Misinformation Disclaimer to Rogan’s podcast.
Really? That’s it? The fight against misinformation is one of the hottest social issues there is, and you just want to call it bullshit?
Look, personally I have no personal opinion on Spotify whatsoever outside of the context of this particular controversy. And so I don’t mind giving them a little free advice. As I wrote previously, history doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme. And I can sum up your current position for you in three simple words, Rush fucking Limbaugh.
Limbaugh was the undisputed king of conservative radio, and a fouler, filthier, more divisive scumbag never befouled the earth. But he had the highest ratings, the best flagship radio networks, and the highest advertising revenue rates in radio. He had it by the short and curlies.
And then he had to go off and try to slut shame a Georgetown law student, Sandra Flook, for her testimony in front of congress that Obamacare needed to cover contraception, so that she could get hers for an underlying physical condition that had nothing to do with pregnancy. He spent days gleefully dragging her through the mud, while his knuckle dragging audience giggled and guffawed, and then a funny thing happened.
Civilized society reared up and struck back. A very well organized group called Flush Rush sprung up online, with volunteers suffering the sins of the damned to listen to Limbaugh’s filth, just so they could chart his sponsors. Which they posted on the site, along with contact information. And then the internet took over, writing, texting, and emailing the sponsors, threatening the sponsors en masse with a national boycott of their crap if they didn’t stop advertising on Limbaugh’s show.
And it worked. Major sponsors started bailing from Limbaugh like British soldiers scrambling onto the fishing boats at Dunkirk. Flagship radio stations dropped him in major markets, leaving him with second or third tier broadcasters for his vile shit. His contract negotiations went into the toilet. And just like that, Limbaugh’s days as a power broker were over.
Look Spotify, pay attention to me or don’t, wadda I care? But I’m telling you, you have made the fatal error of stirring up the social media hornet’s nest, and that way lies ruin. You can ditch Rogan now, or you can ditch him later, but you will ditch him. The only question left is how much you’ll lose before you finally pull the plug.