Thought Life
…when it comes to music these days. The most common answer I hear when I query others as to their favorite music is this: “You know, whatever. I like alot of stuff.” Yes, my friends (all six of you reading this), it’s true: your musical predisposition is postmodern. You have unconsciously committed to the viability of most types of music. Though you may subscribe to some ethical standard or presuppositional worldview, you are nothing other than a chameleon when it comes to rhythm and melody.
It’s hilarious just how varied our tastes are. For example, in any given day, I might listen to the haunting English piano of Coldplay, the Southern bluegrass of Allison Krauss, 
the ghetto strains of Jay-Z, and the rustic tunes of Christian hymnody. That’s pretty crazy. Just imagine our ancestors a few centuries ago, whose musical selection was largely limited, I suppose, to that which they heard in church. Can you imagine them speaking to one another in the midst of their agrarian routine: “Hey, Adolphus, can you hum that fresh tune the immigrants from Iceland have been singing?” “No, Gerhardus, I’m stuck on that ballad the Swedish maiden taught us by the Maypole last week.”
Things done changed.
Have you noticed this? From the constellation of musical choices before us, we essentially make our own soundtrack by which we live, work, and play. Those crazy kids with their ipods only make it easier to “dj one’s life,” essentially. As for me, I got no funds, so my soundtrack has yet to be crafted.
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