Portico

Have all the great songs already happened? Is today's songwriter mootly barking up a non-tree in a pantheon of lesser gods? We are a tribe of ubiquitous song. The digi-sphere loads us down with sound and should we listen for content... hmm...

Should we listen for content?

Maybe songs are evolving from containers of truth to parsecs of individuality with no pretensions of greatness. Hearers don't intend to be moved within so much as swept along on a trail of amorphous comet clusters, bathed in sonic light.