I’ve discovered that I hate writing about music. It’s not that I hate music, quite the contrary. I hate how music journalism at its most basic level divorces the human qualities of artists as evolving creative forces from the sounds they are creating. By reviewing music and ascribing star ratings and point values to the supposed quality of it, you move it from the realm of the personal into that of the automaton.
Such debasement of human life is absurd and uncalled for, and upon deeper thought truly calls into question the necessity or purpose of music review. The music industry is at a crossroads caused by the ubiquitousness of the digital age. It has affected developing and mainstream artists, and has led to the denigration of highly skilled but confused artists caught in the changing tides. In advocating for an increase in humanism in the art of music review, I present an aid to consuming music at this difficult point.