I just got home from work; my wife is in bed cause she has to work early tomorrow morning at 5am; and since I don't have to go in until 1pm, I'm up watching this PBS special on James Taylor.
There's probaby other things I could be doing before I go to bed (I am a big to-do list kind of guy), but I just can't stop watching. In fact, the only reason why you're reading this right now is because they've taken a break to ask for my money.
So why am I so drawn to this artist? Why does his music connect with my emotions? Asking this though means that I need to find out why I like white chocolate so much, and catchup only, and earth-tone clothes, and my car.
I suppose you could say it's because of the influence of peer-pressure or pop-culture. But there could probably be good arguments made against that simply based on my odd selections.
Then I think about my daughter. She's half way through her second year on this planet, and already she has strong opinions: no Jay-Z but Usher is good; no lion king but little mermaid makes her smile; sleep is almost always a "no"; elmo is almost always a "yes". Did I somehow teach her these things? Am I somehow to blame for modeling these distinct preferences?
The answer has to be no, but then, that means that we all must have this awesome extra ingredient. It's this piece of us that is inherently us; beyond our shape or form, smile or nationality. It's the reason why people like me get mezmorized by a PBS special, and also the same reason why James Taylor just flipped off the crowd after his 3rd encore.
So here's to getting beyond surface stuff with people, and getting to know what flavor razzle's they like best...................and listening to more James Taylor (minus his middle finger of course).
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