My kids have grown with discerning taste in music. OK, they may not appreciate Bob, but that’s a small price to pay. And there’s still time. I have Rick to thank for introducing me to Creed, Hannah for Bon Iver, Bex for Cold War Kids, to name but three.
Music is a form of currency. Not for trading, but for bonding. Being able to recognise the same things (musically) being appreciated makes and deepens connections.
As a teenager, you think of others people’s likes in music as uncultured prejudices; as a mature teenager, they are differing tastes, and you are more likely to acquire them.
We* are planning a kind of music-listening swap-shop. We’ve even got a name for it, ‘Get On The Right Track,’ after the Alan Freeman jingle (not ‘arf!). A time for mutual enrichment. Watch out for details.
Eternal life is not a cultural commodity or lifestyle choice. It is what we are designed to live, what we are hard-wired for. It is the song we are tuned to sing.
It comes in every genre, every race, every colour, with a unique vibrancy.
It is what music is striving for. Sometimes it really does resonate.
(*A select bunch of aging music listeners)