Shortly into the happily ever after, A notices subtle shifts in the relationship. B begins to gently criticize her clothing, the way she walks, the books she reads. As time goes on, B becomes more outspoken: why does she click her teeth like that? Why does she talk so loudly? Why doesn’t she get rid of her foolish friends?
And then one day it dawns on her: B never loved her.
B just fell in love with the way love made him feel.
That’s the image I have when I hear composers say they want to change the definition of music, to create a completely original kind of music. Seems to me they have fallen in love with what they believe is their power over the art form, rather than the art form itself.
I’d rather invest in the relationship, grow with it over time, and watch it grow with me.
A little bickering here and there is fine, but there is something to be said for high fidelity.