Think on it: pre-2009 (or whenever you first met Spotify), assuming you weren’t illegally downloading, there were really two main entities you were paying for the price of a CD: the label and the artist. I suppose if you wanted you could work in the distributor, like a Sam Goody or Best Buy.
And what happened? You paid $10-20 one time and the music was durably yours forever.
You could exchange CDs among your friends, which as a side note created made finding new music all the more personal.
Nowadays, I’m paying an ever increasing sum of money for music I’ll never own a copy of outright, to primarily pay off the Spotify platform’s AWS bill, c-level salaries, shareholders, and engineer salaries. Then basically the same thing for the record companies. And whatever detritus scraps are left over, dangle in front of the artist and make him do something embarrassing for it.
It’s basically techno-sadism. I sorta hope music just up and dies to teach us all a lesson about what a great bunch of twats we all are.