> But I had lost something, too. I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived. All the grace, the beauty, the poetry had gone out of the majestic river!
This is something that, a little, keeps me from learning more about music. I love the magic of music, it's a mystery to me. How the writers, composers, performers manage to, by design or no, affect me the way that it can.
I mean, it's just folks banging or blowing on things. I listen to music that's popular with "musicians". I went to a concert once, and while waiting to get inside, someone asked out loud "Who here is not a musician?" and I seemed to be the only one to raise their hand.
I can not say why the music appeals to musicians. Apparently it's very technical. Which, means, of course, that those literate in the art can appreciate it on that level. But, also, perhaps, those literate in the art may not be able to well appreciate other styles. "Oh, that's to XXX, it's not YYY".
The point being, as you get more knowledgeable in an art, there's a tendency to become more critical. And I guess maybe you'll know "why" you're more critical. Where as ignorant me doesn't know why I like or don't like something, just that I do.
And I think I'd rather just stay ignorant and enjoy music that I do on the face of it, without diving deep into the how or why.
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