Music must be like breakfast. Many of us eat pretty much the same thing every day. I listen to the same songs often. Novels are dinner: we would get impatient if dinner every night was exactly the same & while there are a handful of novels I've read over & over, most of the time I'm looking for something fresh. Poetry is more like music ~ I go back to the same poems over & over. Am I in a rut? No, because I spend time every week listening to fresh-to-me artists. When I go to the Whitney, say, I always spend part of the time with the permanent collection & part of my visit with whatever show is going on. Not sure if there's a conclusion to draw. That variety and consistency are complementary? That the familiar is the base for appreciating the new? That listening to music is like being half-awake, when my stomach can only handle coffee & toast?
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