A friend and i recently swapped some music, and i’ve surprised myself by listening to hers all morning. I can be, um, hesitant about friends’ music tastes, which is to say i tend to close-mindedly assume that while i love my friends, what cds they listen to passionately i would rather use for their intended purposes, as indoor frisbees. But today i broke yet another way that i limit fluidity in my life by recognizing her tastes as both entirely different from mine and equal. Before i think i could really only say that about, hmm… one other person. No, no, two. I love that i got exposed to music i would have never found on my own, music that is already incorporating itself into memories and smells and afternoons spent productively, music that is authentic and good. Here’s to unexpected communions.
