6 November 2012

A Brief Interlude on the Beauty of Art and Meaninglessness of Genre

A brief moment from my life:

I was just browsing music on my computer, trying to decide what to put on. I realised that Cat Stevens and Cradle of Filth were both equally valid options, and the absurdity of this struck me.

This is why I love music, and art in general. Genre means so very little, in the end. The places where we find pleasure and wonder can be so diverse, and frequently surprising. And this, basically, is what makes life worth living.

So in the end I put on Teaser and the Firecat. And after that, it'll be Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder.

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