Music appreciation is like falling in love. It starts with the song. The song is that girl you spot across the room. The rhythm is the appeal of her appearance from afar. The melody, the fall of her hair on bare shoulders. The guitar the sway of her hips under the the dim light and the bass the subtle movements beneath cotton tee and Levi’s. The sound of the song is the initial attraction. When you hear the song again your interest demands more and that’s when the girl speaks and the true depth of the lyrics become clear. The union of melody and verse transcends expectations and suddenly this isn’t just a good song but a GREAT FUCKING SONG. In fact it’s your new favorite song and you can’t stop listening and singing along because the song speaks to not only your appreciation for subjective beauty but some intangible connection to the sublime. You are hooked. You are in love.