Twelve Months Without The Internet; A Modern Music Consumer’s Horror Story/Fairytale

The last time I lived in a home with an internet connection was 12 months ago. When I tell people this, eyebrows involuntarily rise and the phrase, “but… how do you cope?” often pops out of their slack, incredulous jaws.

Truth is, it’s pretty easy to live a life without the internet at home. And in regards to listening to music, it’s – I feel odd typing this – preferable.

Maybe it’s probably important to point out that I haven’t voluntarily chosen to live without the internet as some sort of tiresome experiment with an eye on a magazine column, or something.

It just happened that way: my girlfriend and I spent a long time on the road, living from place to place; and then when we settled again, I foolishly tasked EE with the terrifically difficult job of connecting my flat to the internet.

And it turned out that EE is too occupied with the complexities of figuring out the difference between its arse and its elbow to actually flick the switch or insert the wire or whatever trivial job it is to hook the internet up to my building.

ANYWAY: as a consequence, I’ve begged, borrowed or stolen wi-fi for twelve months.

During work hours, I plop myself down in a shared office workspace and use the internet. But the evenings are a barren, connection-less void; I can’t get lost down Youtube rabbit-holes, I can’t spool through zillions of tedious holiday snaps taken by vaguely-known ‘friends’.

I’ve had to start reading again. Urgh.

But mainly, what I missed was always-on, always-there, always-endless music.

I say “was”, because during the first few months of cold turkey, I was wide-eyed and furious every time I had the sudden urge to listen to any particular song that popped into my head. I was an addict used to the idea that I could have whatever I wanted, whenever I desired.

It’s hard to describe the cognitive confusion that arose when the need to listen to, I dunno, Young MC‘s Bust A Move or the second disc of Goldie’s Timeless, or whatever – music I love but do not physically own – when I had to come to terms with the reality of not being able to listen to it immediately.

Eventually, I came through this frustration. And much like how the benefits of meditation arise from the act of releasing your mind from the onward rush of life, releasing yourself from instantly-available-everything actually frees you from the agony of unlimited choice.

The result was that I dove back into my record collection – the music I actually ‘owned’, or simply had physical, offline access too. I discovered that I had, without realising, got into the habit of ‘skimming’ – hopping quickly from one song or artist to the next, and never delving deeper.

Now, instead of flickering from one song to another, I was giving albums from which I’d previously cherry-picked, longer, repeated chances. I gave Nick Drake’s Five Leaves Left another go – an album that I knew I ‘liked’, but never really listened to at all.

PROTIP: It’s excellent (although not as good as Bryter Layter – but, hey, what is?), and I was as thrilled to ‘discover’ an album I’d owned for years as I was to discover someone as excellent as BC Camplight via the whirlwind of online music discovery:


(By the way – BC Camplight is not only the composer of terrifically luxuriant and eerie songs like the above Thieves in Antigua, he has the most remarkable story which is only touched upon in this article, and is performing his first headline show for five years at the Deaf Institute in Manchester on the 6th April)

My life improved measurably. The pace had slowed, but the – yikes! – richness was there in a way it wasn’t before. And this applied across the board for all forms of consumption: my reading became more focussed (I began reading books and magazines again), I began watching DVDs of classic movies rather than Baby Monkey Riding Backwards on a Pig for the nth time on Youtube. I began buying CDs – CDs! – to rip onto my laptop. I’ve put in more listener-hours to BBC 6 Music than ever before.

Obviously, some things were missed: music discovery had to be scheduled during the daytime hours of connection – Hype Machine usage was more structured, and listening to newly emailed tracks from new bands was part of my work routine now. This is a bore.

I still want to be back online. I want an always-on connection, but want to approach it differently. I realised I had accidentally fostered a horrendous sense of entitlement: always-endless music/content/whatever, always available on whatever whim.

This entitlement and its resulting mindset isn’t sustainable for anyone: for me and my mental calm; for the producers of music, whose output becomes just another thing to flit to and from; for the long-term health of any art that you consume at all, in fact.

But the improvements in my life were from the act of unhooking from the stream; from being forced to reject the temptation of everything. Maybe it’s just me. But I guess it might not be.

Imagine how much more music you might buy, re-listen to, invest emotion in, pour time into. Imagine how that would change your feeling towards the music you love, and the music you didn’t realise you loved. Try unplugging.

4 thoughts on “Twelve Months Without The Internet; A Modern Music Consumer’s Horror Story/Fairytale

  1. Just read this on drowned in sound site – brilliant stuff. As a guitarist who learned so much from only owning one album for 6 months and listening to the whole thing 2 or 3 times a day, I’ve been disturbed to see my attention span shrinking. I need to find some way to stop drinking from the firehose…

  2. This was a nice read Joe! Man, I would be completely paranoid without being connected all the time. I’ve actually been adding more offline time to my daily routine. It really is relaxing to have some “analog” time, to read and go for a walk. However, I have the comfort in knowing that my laptop, phone, ipads are connected at all times.

  3. Hey Tiana! TBH, I was kind of relieved when I couldn’t get online… I needed a break from being constantly-on. I found that I was just rabidly consuming information… thus a detox was just what I needed.

    And if anything, I feel calmer knowing that if I don’t answer an email/read or watch something online the moment the idea pops into my head, 99% of the time it will make no difference.

    There’s virtually nothing that can’t wait a few hours, or overnight. I just feel like I’ve mentally slowed down a lot, and I now am a lot more discriminating when it comes to using the internet.

    That said, I am now pretty tired of having to use wifi in cafes etc :)


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