My Music Spectrum

There’s this amazing thing about cheesy music. There are those that will argue that artists like One Direction and Miley Cyrus are less than those like Paul Simon and Bob Dylan and maybe they have a point, but temporal things can also hold importance. The Harry Styles fad will pass, but it still happened. Identifying it as unimportant because it’s over isn’t fair. Like pretending a lost love didn’t matter just because it’s over. It was at one point part of my experience of youth. My youth is important. Cheesy music is important. It’s a backdrop for so many of us. It is the center of American culture. It’s for blasting in convertibles with your best girlfriends, for forgetting, for dancing and for fun. I believe it’s the greatest accessory life has afforded us. Simon and Dylan won’t fade because they are not accessories. They are understanders of humanity who can perfectly capture that moment you were in the convertible with your best friends listening to Miley Cyrus and talking about boys.  I’d like to suggest though that the music spectrum not be from “bad” to “good” or vice versa, but from “living” to “life.” For, Miley Cyrus is what I listen to when I’m living and Dylan when I’m reflecting on life and longing to feel understood.