I love music so much; that I don't see what good comes from choosing one cultural export as the song that defined our year 2014. The investigation of the word "artistry" is the only good thing to emerge from this media blip.
Seeing Allen Toussaint perform twice in the space of about 60 days -- in drastically different circumstances each time -- reminded me of why a love for musical roots can seemingly never run out of ways to discover and rediscover the beginnings of American popular music.
Where is the next George Gershwin cutting his ivory teeth? I've spent the last decade looking to Broadway for inspiration from the next generation of writers -- but more and more I've found that some of the most exciting new musical theater writers are debuting on YouTube.