Everyone Has Their Scale

I called it Two Nine as a tribute to its predecessor. I liked that…besides the obvious nod to the mixtapes it seemed that on rating scale of one to ten, I could justify thinking that I’d pick songs that people would have a hard time saying were a 1. The ten on that scale is a moving target that looks nothing like itself depending on who you talk to. Nobody has the same ten.

I’ve been writing about music a lot lately.

Not really writing, I guess, but I think back to the mixtapes I gave away last year and how I put all this time and work into building out a playlist that I’d happily listen to while I was working or workout out (one or the other…that was the litmus test) and how at the end of it all I didn’t really accompany those aural offerings with any commentary.

Sort of.

I used to write a paragraph or so.

I used to spend most of those words just thanking people for listening to it, if they happened to.

Not much about the music.

Anyway I couldn’t keep up the mixtapes, and that was fine because I did it for a year and it was called [twenty-nine] and I was turning thirty.

Projects that end are actually good things.

That’s me reminding myself.

I loved sharing music and I realized I could probably run into 365 pretty awesome songs a year if I found a good way to keep a record of those songs, and I thought a record everyone could see was probably the best kind of record for that sort of thing.

I started sharing a song every day and I called it [Two Nine] as a tribute to its predecessor.  I liked that…besides the obvious nod to the mixtapes it seemed that on rating scale of one to ten, I could justify thinking that I’d pick songs that people would have a hard time saying were a 1.  The ten on that scale is a moving target that looks nothing like itself depending on who you talk to.

Nobody has the same ten.

The songs would be songs that’d fits on everyone’s list somewhere between two and nine.

I like to think that even if I say a song is great, and someone else really didn’t like it, or didn’t get it, or couldn’t see it the way I do…I like to think it’d still be a two.

Suppose you never know.

So there is [Two Nine] and with it comes really short thoughts on the tune, artist, or emotion.  Keeping it short sort of forces conciseness.  Big ups to twitter for reminding us of the value there.

It comes with it the brief sparks of inspiration that great music whips at me.

God, I really love music.  I’m thinking you get that.

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