Listening to Patty Larkin's "The Book I'm Not Reading" this morning reminded me that try as I might, I can't read everything I'd likely enjoy in this lifetime. Similarly, it's impossible for me to hear every piece of music I might like.
This afternoon, however, another thought struck me. I was listening to a station that was playing fairly decent singer-songwriter music. After sampling multiple songs, however, I thought, "I don't dislike any of these songs. Lyrically and melodically, they're all respectable. None of them, however, are all that memorable."
I felt a little better, knowing that going back to sleep doesn't always mean missing out on the best music or books. Sometimes, it just means missing out on some close-but-not-quite-compelling-enough-to-recommend efforts.
