I don’t know sh*t about music. True story.

I don’t know shit about music. I was under the impression that my musical knowledge was moderately vast, but in the past month or two I have come to realize that how very wrong I was. It’s an unfamiliar kind of startling. I have been thinking about it a lot and the best way I can describe it is as follows:

It’s like you’ve been looking out through a skylight for years and then one day, out of the blue, someone takes you outside and you suddenly realize how little you know about the sky. It doesn’t make what you already knew about the sky any less true or relevant, but it suddenly occurs to you that what you thought was a lot is really only very little, a mere fraction of the bigger picture.

And I guess that puts you at a crossroads: you can break-up with your skylight, promise to stay friend and go out into the world to study astronomy, or you can go back home to your skylight and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But….where does this leave me?