Recently myself and a friend of many years had occasion to speak. Despite our long acquaintance the topic of music had never come up and on this fine day it did. Suffice it to say I asked if they had a favorite song as one does.
Sure, they said (normal). ok what is it, I said (normal) I don't know the name, they said (ok sure we all forget things) what about the lyrics? I asked, (unaware of the profound conversation that would follow). No idea, they said (questionable given the favorite status the song held but sure whatever) perhaps a theme?, I inquired (with desperation). If I'm honest I don't know anything about it, not even sure who sings it, they say.
I begin to question how it's their favorite and find out that there are people in this world that just... Turn off their brains when music starts!?
Like they don't comprehend the lyrics... They don't think about the artist... Or even the instrumentation!
I, like someone who dies on hills professionally, began a long rant about how ludicrous I thought this approach to music enjoyment was. What on earth do you even get from it if you're not thinking I exclaimed to end my rant.
My friend who had most patiently listened responded thus:
I was thoroughly humbled... The beat goes boink is a fantastic, perhaps even superior, reason to listen to music.
I, an utter buffoon, on my throne of hubris had never even considered such a thing.
Which leads me to the oh so important question.
Are you a buffoon or does the beat go boink?
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