Purple
When I say Prince do you wonder if I’m talking about Charles or Albert? Can you imagine the debate a record label might have with an artist today about the search engine optimization of royal family moniker?
Prince rebranded himself as a symbol to make a statement about how Warner Bros was treating him (his name, his identity). He pulled his whole catalog from Spotify two years ago because he didn’t feel like the payment structure respected the work of the artists. But now he’s dead and any idiot with a tiny computer in their hand can listen to him for free all the time.
Spotify bought an awe-inspiring amount of ad space in the 14th St Union Square Subway station a couple of weeks ago. They blanketed the walls with bare, purple sheets (save for a small Spotify logo in the bottom right). On my way to work this past Friday, the ads had changed over. Spotify had bought the same ad space, but this time beautiful, black and white pictures of Prince were multiplied on top of the purple—a Warner Bros. logo included this time, facing Spotify’s middling wifi connection logo. Despite everything, I listened to Bambi on my way home. I hate it when I notice advertising working. His eyes stared accusingly up at me whenever I looked at my locked home screen.












