I got my first bad review a few days ago, of Shy and Mighty. My reaction was initially one of outrage: “how could this guy I’ve never heard of not like my music?” To make matters worse, the one track he singled out as worthwhile— Flirtation Avenue— is the one that‘s kind of purposely “bad”. (No accounting for taste, I suppose.) After receiving a few condolences from friends who’d seen the writeup, I began to see the issue more philosophically. In fact, why would I want entirely good reviews? If one’s music is a little bit polarizing, isn’t that a good thing? My god, I have friends who don’t even like Brahms, so what hope do I have?