Writing

On Taste, Whatever The Hell That Even Is

A mid-length rant about "good taste" and how it's so often a synonym for "pretension." Which it shouldn't be. More than informal, it's roughly PG-13 in terms of language.

"Madonna and Phillip Glass aren’t as far removed as I once thought. And neither is diametrically opposed to the Ramones or Glenn Branca or Fela Kuti. It’s just music. We don’t need it to live, but it’s goddamn music, man. It’s not the air we breathe, but the air is certainly a lot more interesting with it there.

"I don’t care what you like. I don’t care if you like what I like, or if you like what the Spotify charts tell you. I only care that you like what moves you in some way. I don’t care if you like it enough, or as much as I do. Just like it. Have a good time. Dance if you wanna, cry if you gotta, just don’t let yourself get ripped off."

Read the whole thing on Medium.