This is an interesting read: https://www.npr.org/sections/therecord/2018/01/16/578216674/too-much-music-a-failed-experiment-in-dedicated-listening. Edit: Incidentally, the KLF's Bill Drummond said something similar about the inescapable ubiquity and availability of music a few years ago, around the time he was doing "the seventeen". Sometimes there's wisdom in his strangeness. Us old gits who got into the habit of going to record fairs and crate digging in backstreet stores have an attitude a bit like that of a rescued street dog around food. The modern world can leave us gorged and faintly nauseous, not really enjoying any of it quite as thoroughly as we once would. I'm finding myself happier with a middle ground, gating music into my own pool of content, and seasoning it with external sources to help me find new things to add in future. Less bloating and nausea, and more chance to listen quietly and deliberately- even if it isn't with the single-minded obsessiveness that I had as a teenager.