In fact, it wasn't until my early teens that I realized people put music in genres...to me music was just music...I loved it all. Still do.
I try my best not to judge others playing or singing...after all that is the very essence of of music. It may have been our ancestors beating a stick on a log, right up to tribal dances, medieval troubadours then to modern "music"...the beat is in us all. It is the one constant on this earth...no matter the religion, the race or the language...we all play and listen to music.
Once while playing in a Montreal Metro station, an old man walked up, nodded to me and began to sing harmony in a voice so sweet...my heart near burst with joy.
Best not mentioned...lol
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“Thanks for playing my song.”