My boyfriend was astonished tonight to discover that I had never heard of a singer who is apparently extremely popular and well-known.
Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard of her. I really am that out of it. I admit it.
I don’t listen to the radio, watch TV, or roam around on my computer much, so I’m sure there’s a lot I miss.
But I really don’t miss what I miss.
The truth is, there are only so many waking hours, and I can choose to spend them keeping up with pop stars, or I can spend them listening to the music of people I’ve never met (and likely never will), often half a world away.
I hear their symphonies of color, and which strings have been lost or broken, and how they’ve somehow managed to stay in tune regardless – with a strength I can’t hope to possess, but never fail to admire.
So to be honest, it isn’t even a close call.
Because you all just sound so beautiful.
And if I know no other music, still my days are filled with song.