It’s 2025. Music still matters.

Maybe I’m just the guy playing violin while the Titanic sinks. But there’s a strange peace in that. A kind of defiance that feels… honest.

Something in me, along with the quiet signals I catch from others, says people are longing for things made by hand, with care. They want to trust the voice behind the words. They're tired of the soulless blur spit out by machines and clickbait. Maybe this is a lost war. But what if it’s not? I’d rather lose beautifully than win by giving up what matters.

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