The Art Without a Name

I am always the odd one out when it comes to music. Most songs fail to make an impression on me. Friends and family will rattle off the name of the tracks playing on the radio, and identify the artists performing them, and I’ll be clueless. 

The same thing happens with movies. I know the films I like, but I’ll be damned if I can name the actors or directors on more than a handful of them. I seem to be unconsciously primed to cultivate a selective ignorance about the names attached to the art.

I don’t feel that has hurt my appreciation of said art in the slightest. Though sometimes I feel a bit guilty as if I’m somehow disrespecting the efforts of the artist. But I still enjoy the work, and I’m less prone to judging new things by the name attached to them.

That feels right.

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