“The Lost Art of Being a Music Snob”

Snobs derive enormous pleasure from lording their rarefied taste over the great unwashed. We music snobs just can’t help believe that we’re more knowledgeable, have bigger music libraries, wisely curate our collections and are just, you know, smarter and more refined when it comes to anything to do with music. Keep reading. This has all changed, of course, with the paradigm shift toward music streaming. And the good stuff took some searching. You agree with this statement: High Fidelity is a documentary. I count myself among the proud snoboisie, a dedicated follower of the things no one else followed. Having been exposed to so much music for so long, I (and since you’re visiting this site and reading this, probably you), have this smug sense that I hear music better and therefore understand it more than the average person. Spotify and the like, with their songs numbering in the tens of millions, are making obscurantism obsolete, and what, I ask you, is the fun in that? Although I’ve grown slightly–ever so slightly–more tolerant as I age, I confess to retaining much of my annoying music snob habits and attitudes. And there are no more odious snobs than music snobs, at least as they existed prior to the advent of streaming services such as Spotify. In short, we (and it’s okay to admit that you’re part of this clique) are insufferable pains in the ass who occasionally deserve a punch in the throat. Is your spouse always complaining about the size of your music collection? A record collection of rare British imports and good Dylan bootlegs was a mark of refinement and connoisseurship. (BONUS: Have you ever moved house because of the size of your music collection?)
Have you berated someone mercilessly because they maintained “MP3s sound fine”? However, as this article from Saturday’s Globe and Mail points out, our kind may on the verge of some kind of extinction event. You, too, could be a music snob if you answer “yes” to the following questions:

Do you visit at least one record store when you’re on vacation? Have you ever found yourself short of breath and faint upon discovering a coveted long-lost record/CD
Do you find yourself reading Pitchfork and screaming “YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!” at your computer screen? Do you get into arguments with record store clerks and other attendees at record shows?
“The Lost Art of Being a Music Snob”