Spotify โ€” Stage, Landlord, or Manipulator?

Behind the playlists and promises, who really holds the stringsโ€”Spotify, the labels, or the truth itself?

Think while you listen.

Indie artists carry the full weight. They write the song, play the instruments, pay for gear, mix, master, design the cover, upload Canvas art, type the lyrics, promote on social media, even spend their own money to be heard. All that work comes from them.

Spotify does not create the art. Spotify gives the stage, the streaming space. It has a dashboard with tools, but it is โ€œdo it yourself.โ€ The royalty? A very small fraction of a cent per play. A million streams may look big, but the money is small. It does not match the blood and sweat of the artist.

Major labels are not the same as indies. They are partners with Spotify. Their songs get pushed up in playlists and recommendations. Indie artists sink under the noise. Nobody knows how the algorithm really decides. It is a black box. And when there is no truth, people have every right to question.

Now comes the AI storm. Spotify removed millions of โ€œspamโ€ tracks and said, โ€œWe protect music.โ€ Yet an AI act like The Velvet Sundown is still on the platform, even with a verified badge. So what is the rule? Where is the line?

At the same time, many human artists leave Spotify. Not because of AI, but because of the Helsing dealโ€”Spotifyโ€™s money tied to AI for war. This is about values, not just music. But here is the trick: when music disappears, people think, โ€œMaybe AI cleanup.โ€ They do not see the protest. They do not hear the rebellion.

This is how PR works. It turns protest into noise. It hides the deeper wound.

So ask againโ€”what is Spotify? A true partner for artists? Or just a landlord, collecting rent while musicโ€™s soul keeps fading away?

Music is not just soundโ€”it is truth. And truth should never be lost in noise.

Uninstall Spotify. Boycott Spotify. Peace, amplify.

โ€”

Yup, my music is still there. Asked for removal since Julyโ€ฆ still waiting. Funny, most artists get frustrated trying to get on Spotify. Iโ€™m frustrated cause I canโ€™t get off.

แด›สธแต–โฑโฟแต แดแต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ ส™หกแต˜แต‰ แตˆแตƒสณแต‰แต แตแต˜หขโฑแถœ แต‡หกแต’แต

The Price of a Song

They began as kids chasing noise and friendship. But when one song turned into fame and fortune, the music that bound them together became the very thing that tore them apart.

When fame and fortune test the bonds of friendship

At the start, a band is just a bunch of kids chasing noise. They play in cramped bars thick with cigarette smoke, sometimes for free, sometimes paid in beer and fries. They laugh about wrong notes, borrow each otherโ€™s gear, and dream of nothing more than the next gig. Music is friendship, pure and rawโ€”a heartbeat shared through amplifiers.

Then lightning strikes. One song clicks. A record deal follows. Suddenly, their names are on posters, fans scream the lyrics back at them, and their track is climbing charts. Theyโ€™ve become famousโ€”a band the world now watches, but no longer just their own.

But fame brings fortune, and fortune brings questions. The same riffs and drum fills that once felt like gifts now look like debts unpaid. Who really โ€œwroteโ€ the song? Who deserves the biggest slice of the pie? That carefree brotherhood on stage slowly turns into cold meetings with lawyers, contracts replacing handshakes.

And this is the sad twist: the music that gave them everything also planted the seed of division. What once was just a jam for fun turns into a legal battle for millions. Maybe it was always inevitable. Because in the end, bands arenโ€™t just playgroundsโ€”theyโ€™re businesses. And nothing tests friendship like money. Nothing hurts more than realizing the friendship was the first thing lost.

๐šƒ๐šข๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™พ๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฑ๐š•๐šž๐šŽ โ€ข ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›.๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–