My Breakfast and Lunch, and Why I Don’t Like New Music

My Breakfast and Lunch, and Why I Don’t Like New Music

I’m thinking of the piano chords to Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens. They’re kind of thundering, like a definitive decision, like a confident first step of something. I love how that song makes me feel. What is so delightful about music is that you get to pick and choose the emotion you want to linger in for a few minutes. And like all art, you bring your whole world to your interpretation–your reasoning and your logic (or sometimes better, your lack thereof); it’s an active, dynamic relationship. In that way, a song can be comforting and feel new at the same time. In that way, a song can do all sorts of things using your raw goods–your capacity to feel, your imagination, your ability to connect the two. A good song, that is. I feel like that is why I don’t listen to much new music. There is still so much going on in the songs I’ve loved for decades. I like feeling the song’s expansive associative history, its cast of characters. There’s an irreplaceable context that doesn’t transfer easily to new music. I find that the new music I enjoy is only because it reminds me of something old, something already verified, something that already made me feel that way–in a different time, when it felt new.
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