Objectively Perfect

The title is ironic, no form of art can be called “objectively perfect.” Our own experiences, wants and needs inform our consumption and make it totally subjective.

But this series explores music that has touched me on a deep personal level, to the point that the notes, modes and melodies have all been etched into the reptilian part of my brain. This is music that can alter my mood at a moment’s notice, swirl up deep feelings of nostalgia and, sometimes, even informs who I am as a person. I hope you enjoy.

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