I tried to pick one song to write about but all the songs screamed at me and they all won. And that’s what music is, a compounded win for everyone. A “win” unrelated to a win in the world of competitive sports. Yet, we use this competitive sports model to judge our love for things like music and women which is also contrary to the concept of love. It’s a deeply flawed, unhealthy, macho, greedy system. Be it the ranking of the “best guitar players of all time” (which NO ONE ON EARTH has the authority or capacity to do), big awards like Tonys and Grammys, The Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame, chart positions, or even questions like “What is your desert island record?” Some of this is fun to think about, and the outfits are amazing to look at, but ultimately it just doesn’t serve any purpose, the ranking is not big or small enough. It’s like saying, “Draw our universe with this ballpoint pen on this Post-it note.”
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