rhythmic noise

Singers often elect the broad class of any music enjoyable to sing. What do I have to do to make you care? For I have plumbed the depths, explored the furthest reaches of vocal pleasure without a thought of apology but there are some, perhaps many who confine the musical interests very narrowly, to specific subgenre, a handful of artists, a single band even, an immaturity some never matured beyond. Focus on repetition, same style, same noise but more importantly on exclusion, on hating all other forms of rhythmic noise, sound in time, insisting on a costume while hating all others, even though equally ridiculous in every way from the tux to the torn concert t-shirts and studs.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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