For no apparent reason, some things, random things, excite me. This morning, I listened to Lyle Lovett’s Tiny Desk Concert, a seventeen-minute auditory pleasure. In the age of dubsteb, synthesizers, and hyper electrification, the clear, crisp picking and singing of Lovett are refreshing contrasts. Music–written and played music–is still relevant, powerful, and moving. It’s also a reminder that today’s hollow reality-star fame pales when compared to both true artistry and artists who can still be unassuming, humble, and genuine.